NovelEnglish"Scheme?" The word caught Gilbert off guard, his expression as stormy as a tempest at sea. "What 'scheme' are you talking about?" "What, indeed?" Edgar's lips curled in scorn. "Got the guts to do it but not to own it, Gilbert? I'm clued in, you know. That whole at Crestwood! Sherilyn had nothing to do with you... it was you... you orchestrated the whole thing!" Crestwood? If Edgar hadn't brought it up, Gilbert probably would've forgotten about that whole thing.
He knows the truth? "Oh..." Realization dawned on Gilbert as he glanced at the woman in his arms.
No wonder they were in tears earlier, clinging to each other. Mourning their unforgettable past, were they? How touching! "Yeah, I set it all up, so what?" Chin up, eyelids half-drooping in defiance, Gilbert retorted, "You planning on taking her back?" A flicker of resolve crossed Edgar's face, "Give her back to me!" "Ha." Gilbert's eyebrows danced in amusement, a scoff escaping him, "You think you're up to it? Sort out your own mess first!" "I..." "Edgar!" Suddenly, Sherilyn spoke up, halting him. Her gaze on Edgar was gentle yet firm, a silent plea for him not to continue.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThen, turning to Gilbert, "You've got it wrong. I'm fine with him, he's not mistreated me..." She tugged at Gilbert's sleeve, "Let's go." "Sherilyn?" "Hmph." Gilbert's snort was laced with disdain, a chilling glint in his eyes, "You heard her. Move." He looked down at Sherilyn, his voice softening into a whisper meant for lovers, "As you wish, let's leave..." Sherilyn nodded, leaning into his embrace, her gaze leaving Edgar behind.
I'm sorry, Edgar, it's better this way for you...
Edgar stood frozen, watching them walk away, a hollow pain burgeoning in his chest...
Empty... powerless, and aching! He suddenly found himself unsteady, reaching out to steady himself against a table.
Sherilyn, you're lying to me, you're not okay... are you? Once out of sight, the warmth on Gilbert's face vanished.
That display had been solely for Edgar's benefit.
This wasn't over, not by a long shot.
But first, Sherilyn's injured arm needed attention. The hospital was their next stop.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWithout a word, Gilbert opened the car door for Sherilyn and helped her in.
As the car roared to life, Sherilyn spoke, "I'm not going to the hospital." What? Gilbert's brows knitted together in frustration. Was she picking a fight? Who was in the wrong today, after all? "Sherilyn." Gilbert looked really serious, barely holding back his annoyance. "You've hurt your arm, it could be serious. Now's not the tfor this." "I'm not making a fuss." Sherilyn shook her head, "I just don't want to go to the hospital." "You..."
Gilbert's lips formed a thin line, his patience wearing thin, Your elbow is in Ouching it causes pain! It might be a fracture!" She knew, of course, she knew.
That was exactly why she refused the hospital.
Going there meant x-rays... and with a baby on the way, exposure to ne t belongs to ent radiation was out of the question!
Sherilyn couldn't quite explain herself, only stubbornly repeating, "justm won't go to the hospital."
Gilbert was at his wits' end. Fine, let her be! The injury washers, the pain hers to feel! Why should he bother about a woman whose heart was elsewhere? X
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