Chapter 332
“Sherilyn Gomez.”
He enunciated each syllable of her name slowly lifting his hand to grip her chin, staring directly into her eyes with an overwhelming intensity that felt almost suffocating.
“I didn’t realize you saw me this way. If that’s how you feel, why did you agree to be with me in the first place?”
Releasing his hold, he ignored Caroline and strode away.
“Gilbert, wait for me!” Caroline called, clutching her disheveled hair, and hurried after him.
Sherilyn stood frozen, and after a few seconds, she raised her hand and knocked on her forehead.
Damn it! That was impulsive!
What was she thinking? Why did she blurt out the truth?
Once these things came to light… how could she and Gilbert keep up this facade?
In the days following that confrontation, Gilbert had ceased all contact with Sherilyn, and the daily deliveries of flower baskets to the dance troupe stopped as well.
Sherilyn couldn’t help but wonder… was this the end for them?
She felt no attachment to him, yet she had no choice… she was his only pawn!
What should she do now?
With him not reaching out, it was up to her to make a move.
Sherilyn deeply regretted her impulsiveness. Some battles simply weren’t worth fighting. She had genuinely been repulsed that day and couldn’t hold back.
After much deliberation, she opened her messaging app and sent Gilbert a message.
“Are you busy?”
Unsurprisingly, he didn’t respond.
Her performance that evening was the first, ending early.
Leaving the dance troupe befgre eight, she checked her phone only to find it still void of any reply from Gilbert.
With a long sigh, Sherilyn dialed his number.
The phone rang for what seemed like an eternity, long enough for Sherilyn to believe he wouldn’t pick up.
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“Hello?”
To her surprise, he answered. His voice was lazy, tinged with annoyance, “What do you
want?”
“Gilbert,” Sherilyn said, “Are you busy? I… I want to see you.
“You want to see me?” He laughed mockingly, “Is there a reason? If it’s something important, just say it over the phone.”
Sherilyn was taken aback, realizing she had no particular reason.
Not wanting to upset him further, she pleaded gently, “Can we meet in person? Some things just can’t be explained over the phone.”
There was a pause on the other end.
“Maybe later, I’m out right now.”
“Then I’ll wait for you?” Sherilyn thought for a moment, “Will you be returning to Golden Oak Manor tonight? I can wait for you there?”
Another long silence followed.
“Suit yourself. His response was vague. “But I don’t know when I’ll be back.”
With that, he hung up.
Sherilyn clutched her phone, her chest tight with frustration. What to do? She had to endure. To achieve her goals, sacrifices were necessary
She pocketed her phone and made her way to Golden Oak Manor.
Unexpectedly, Sherilyn found that her fingerprint still unlocked the door–had Gilbert forgotten to remove her access?
Probably just slipped his mind.
The door opened, and Sherilyn stepped inside.
At one in the morning, Gilbert returned to Golden Oak Manor.
Sherilyn, who had been dozing off on the sofa, immediately got up and hurried to the entrance upon hearing some noise.
Seeing him, she spoke softly, “You’re back?”
Gilbert kicked off his shoes and stepped into the living room, his heart stirred by her hopeful gaze, yet his expression remained impassive, his eyes cold.
“What are you doing here? Thought you found me repulsive?”