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

sign." Smiling faintly, Sherilyn tightly grasped the pen

know when I've arranged a

nodded without any

Before she recovers, we'll need to keep our divorce a secret from

was surprised. He divorced her, yet he still wanted her

at a loss. Once everything

Sherilyn let out an almost imperceptible

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

her lips curling

making her pick a room downstairs? All the rooms downstairs were for the servants. In his eyes, she was nothing but a

breaths, Sherilyn returned to the dining room. The pasta

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

to take another

Caught off guard, Sherilyn