Arriving at the Golden Oak Manor, Gilbert was wrestling with how to gracefully scoop Sherilyn out of the car with one arm when she stirred awake on her own. Blinking her eyes open, she murmured, "Are we here already? Why didn't you wake me?"

Gilbert couldn't help but chuckle, "Seems like you woke up just at the right time. My arm's a bit out of commission; let me just hold your hand instead."

He extended his hand to Sherilyn, helping her out of the car as they walked together toward the house.

"Hmm..."

As they entered, Sherilyn inhaled deeply, "Wow, what's that amazing smell? Is Fidelia cooking up some stew?" "Ms. Gomez, Mr. Johnson, it's oxtail soup."

Sherilyn pulled Gilbert to sit down, pointing at his arm, "Perfect, you could use some nourishment yourself."

"Sure thing," Gilbert replied with a smile.

"By the way,"

During dinner, Sherilyn broached a subject, "Could you maybe not have Abel tailing me anymore?"

"Hmm?" Gilbert raised an eyebrow, not immediately responding.

"Let him stay with you."

Sherilyn glanced at his arm, "If Abel had been there today, you wouldn't have gotten hurt."

"Worried about me?"

took her hand, gently squeezing it

nodding, "Getting slashed with a

"Don't be scared."

his lap, his palm resting on

and the

feeling that Gilbert might be

leave him, that was true, but he was the father of her children. Even if they were to live apart, she hoped they both could still lead happy

"Just a madman."

the wealthy.

wave of relief. "But still, keep Abel close by. I don't need a bodyguard, and having

straightforward, you just need to drop me at the TV station

coaxing, and frankly, unable

suppose I

offered her a piece of meat, suddenly saying, "Just don't

paused, then

face, “Listen,

this

I've only met

time, believe it or

one

"I believe!"

hand, "I believe! As

his eyes, "So, were you just talking nonsense before, to spite

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