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Chapter 42
Gilbert fell silent, his mood visibly darkening, thinking Sherilyn was giving him attitude.
Patience was not one of his virtues, and he was on the verge of storming out. But then, he glanced at the medicine in his hand. What could he do? He was in the wrong.
Taking a few steps forward, he bent down and put the medicine on the coffee table. He looked at Sherilyn’s retreating figure, instructing her, “Got the meds for you. The instructions are on the box. Make sure you take them.”
Sherilyn didn’t move or respond. In the dim light, her silhouette seemed particularly frail,
Gilbert frowned, wondering if she had always been so thin. Recalling when he carried her earlier that day, she felt as light as a feather in his arms. Sherilyn was too thin, much too thin.
Suddenly, he felt a twinge of pity. His lips parted as he said awkwardly. “About today, I got it wrong. I forgot today was your grandma’s memonial. The overpass at Wind Bridge collapsed, and I only just found out about it. I’m sorry”
It took him a while to get all that out. His tone had always been impatient with Sherilyn, annoyed even. The calm, almost humble voice was a first for him.
Yet, Sherlyn remained unresponsive.
Gilbert wondered, “Asleep? You can’t sleep yet. You need to take your medicine..
Looking at the coffee table, he realized there was no glass of water,
Feeling guilty, Gilbert took it upon himself to say. “Wait here. I’ll get you water”
He tumed and headed into the kitchen. Soon after, he returned with a glass of water, bent down, and placed it on the table.
“Sherilyn, I know you’re not asleep. Cool down. Get up and take your medicine. You passed out from the pain. You must take your medicine.”
He accidentally knocked something off the table as he set down the glass.
“Huh? What’s this?” Gilbert bent dow
down, picking it up.
It was a lady’s purse, unmistakably Sherilyn’s
The purse had fallen open. As Gilbert picked it up, he saw a photo. Who was it? He was about to take a closer look.
“Give that back!” Suddenly, Sherilyn sat up and snatched the purse from his hands, quickly snapping it shut
Her eyes,
eyes, full of wanness, glared at him. “Don’t touch my things!”
That was the last straw for Gilbert. “Sherilyn, can’t you see I’m trying to help? I was kindly getting you water so you could take your medicine…”
‘I don’t need your help!” Sherilyn clutched the purse, her gaze cold and distant. “I don’t need you to get me water, and I never asked for medicine. I won’t take it!”
“You!” Gilbert was livid, his handsome face turning icy. “Not need my help? Fine, great! Do you think I want to bother? If I meddle anymore, I’ll be… I’ll be ”
A fool!
He couldn’t bring himself to say it before Sherilyn, storming upstairs in a huff instead.
Sherilyn closed her eyes, feeling the remnants of his anger, then slowly opened them and looked at her purse. While touching the photo inside gently, she whispered, “Jenna, that was close”
Sherilyn nearly let him see it! Even though she was sure Gilbert despised her enough not to recognize Jenna, she still didn’t want him to know about Jenna’s existence!
Jenna was her child, hers alone
The next day, Sherilyn took the day off to rest at home, feeling much better by the evening
She then received a notification from the rental agent that her contract was ready. After freshening up, she met with the landlord at the agency, paid the deposit and rent, and received the keys to her new place.
Gilbert fell silent, his mood visibly darkening, thinking Sherilyn was giving him attitude.
Patience was not one of his virtues, and he was on the verge of storming out. But then, he glanced at the medicine in his hand. What could he do? He was in the wrong
Taking a few steps forward, he bent down and put the medicine on the coffee table. He looked at Sherilyn’s retreating figure, instructing her, “Got the meds for you. The instructions are on the box. Make sure you take them”
Sherilyn didn’t move or respond. In the dim light, her silhouette seerned particularly frail
Gilbert frowned, wondering if she had always been so thin. Recalling when he carried her earlier that day, she felt as light as a feather in his arms. Sherilyn was too thin, much too thin.
Suddenly, he felt a twinge of pity. His lips parted as he said awkwardly. “About today, I got it wrong. I forgot today was your grandma’s memorial. The overpass at Wind Bridge collapsed, and I only just found out about it. I’m sorry”
It took him a while to get all that out. His tone had always been impatient with Sherilyn, annoyed even. The calm, almost humble voice. was a first for him.
Yet, Sherlyn remained unresponsive
Gilbert wondered, “Asleep? You can’t sleep yet. You need to take your
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Looking at the coffee table, he realized there was no glass of water.
Feeling guilty, Gilbert took it upon himself to say, “Wait here. I’ll get you watec
He turned and headed into the kitchen. Soon after, he retumed with a glass of water, bent down, and placed it on the table.
“Sherlyn, I know w you’re not asleep. Cool down. Get up and take your medicine. You passed out from the pain. You must take your medicine”
He accidentally knocked something off the table as he set down the glass.
“Huh? What’s this?” Gilbert bent down, picking it up.
It was a lady’s purse, unmistakably Sherilyn’s
The purse had fallen open. As Gilbert picked it up, he saw a photo. Who was it? He was about to take a closer look
“Give that back!” Suddenly, Sherilyn sat up and snatched the purse from his hands, quickly snapping it shut.
Her eyes, full of wariness, glared at him. “Don’t touch my things!”
That was the last straw for Gilbert. “Sherilyn, can’t you see I’m trying to help? I was kindly getting you water so you could take your medicine…
“I don’t need your help!” Sherilyn clutched the purse, medicine. I won’t take it!”
her gaze cold and distant. “I don’t need you to get me water, and I never asked for
“You” Gilbert was livid, his handsome face tuming icy. “Not need my help? Fine, great! Do you think I want to bother? if I meddle anymore, I’ll be… I’ll be…”
A fool!
He couldn’t bring himself to say it before Sherilyn, storming upstairs in a huff instead.
Sherlyn closed her eyes, feeling the remnants of his anger, then slowly opened them and looked at her purse. While touching the photo inside gently, she whispered, “Jenna, that was close
Sherilyn nearly let him see it! Even though she was sure Gilbert despised her enough not to recognize Jenna, she still didn’t want him to know about Jenna’s existence!
Jenna was her child, hers alone.
The next day, Shenlyn took the day off to rest at home, feeling much better by the evening
She then received a notification from the rental agent that her contract was ready After freshening up, she met with the landlord at the agency, paid the deposit and rent, and feceived the keys to her new place.