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?"

Sherilyn's gaze hardened as she firmly

said with a

I'll sign." Smiling faintly, Sherilyn tightly grasped the pen and

let you know when I've arranged a

Sherilyn nodded

she recovers, we'll need to keep our divorce a secret from her. She's taken care of you for all

surprised. He divorced her, yet he still

a loss. Once everything is over, I'll give

imperceptible scoff

other during this time. I'll take the master bedroom, and you..." He paused, then continued, "Pick a

him leave, her lips curling

pick a room downstairs? All the rooms downstairs were for the servants. In his eyes,

dining room. The pasta on

her mouth. It was cold and

take another bite, Gilbert suddenly burst in again.

Caught off guard, Sherilyn choked