Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Gilbert was genuinely stunned by how smoothly things were going. He had expected that, given Sherilyn's infatuation with him, he would have to put some effort into convincing her. But things were turning out much smoother than anticipated, which, in his book, was a good thing.

After a brief moment of surprise, Gilbert raised an eyebrow. "Well then, let's get this signed, shall we?"

Sherilyn agreed, "Okay."

He passed the pen to Sherilyn.

Sherilyn read through the agreement carefully and shook her head. "I don't want the house or the money. Sylvia raised me, and I already owe the Johnson family."

Gilbert couldn't help but chuckle at her refusal. "Since you stepped into the Johnson family's home at fifteen, you've lived off us until now."

That included her years abroad for studies and all the living expenses.

Gilbert retorted, "And without the ability to support yourself, how do you plan to live?"

At that, a chill ran down Sherilyn's spine, and she clenched her fists tightly, choosing not to argue.

"Or is it..." Gilbert squinted, thinking it over, "You're refusing now so you can return and cling to me when you can't make ends meet?"

gaze hardened

case," Gilbert said with a carefree smile, "let's get this over

the pen and signed her name on

when

nodded without any

have surgery. Before she recovers, we'll need to keep our divorce a secret from her. She's taken care of

yet he still

worry." Gilbert smirked, "You won't be at a loss. Once

imperceptible scoff and nodded. "Okay, I

the master bedroom, and you..." He paused, then continued, "Pick

leave, her lips curling into

downstairs were for the servants. In his eyes, she

Sherilyn returned to the dining room. The pasta

grabbed a fork, and shoveled a big bite into her mouth. It was cold and nearly choked her. But she was so hungry, and there wasn't anything

another bite, Gilbert suddenly burst in again.

off guard, Sherilyn choked on her