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 as she firmly

case," Gilbert said with a

grasped the pen and signed

Gilbert seemed relieved. "I'll let you know when I've arranged a

Sherilyn nodded

the agreement and looked at Sherilyn properly for just once. "Grandma is about to have surgery. Before she recovers, we'll need

He divorced her, yet he

won't be at a loss. Once everything

an almost imperceptible scoff and nodded. "Okay, I

After saying that, Gilbert stood up. "We might need to see each other during this time. I'll take the master bedroom, and you..." He paused, then continued, "Pick a room downstairs and clean it up." With those words, he turned and

watched him leave, her lips curling into a subtle

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

few deep breaths, Sherilyn returned to the dining room. The pasta on the table had been sitting out too long, turning mushy and

fork, and shoveled a big bite into her mouth. It was cold

she was about to take another bite, Gilbert suddenly burst in

off guard, Sherilyn