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

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

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

know when I've

Sherilyn nodded without any

to have surgery. Before she recovers, we'll need to keep our divorce a secret

surprised. He divorced her, yet he still wanted

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

let out an almost imperceptible scoff

during this time. I'll take the master bedroom, and you..." He paused, then continued, "Pick a room downstairs and clean it up."

leave, her lips curling into a

downstairs? All the rooms downstairs were for the servants. In his eyes, she was

Sherilyn returned to the dining room. The pasta on the table had

cold and nearly choked her. But she was so hungry,

another bite, Gilbert

guard, Sherilyn choked on