Her Revenge Was His Regret (Shirley and Gilbert) novel Chapter 293

He'd almost let that idiot throw him off. Of course anyone who hung out with Sherry was a liar. She'd gone bad hanging around these people—and she actually thought they were good!

Since this was a last-minute thing and everyone was just there for fun, they hadn't booked the place out. No chance to rearrange who stood where.

Julia tried the same move as Juan—bumped into Tony, trying to shove him aside and slide next to Lucas.

But Tony? Sure, he had his flamboyant moments, but he was still a solid guy.

He stood beside Lucas like a boulder, didn't budge an inch.

Julia stumbled and almost hit the floor. Gilbert caught her, pulling her against his chest, and whirled on Tony. "You shove a woman around, you piece of trash?"

"Open your damn eyes. Your woman slammed into me." Tony glanced at their cozy position. "Keep your girl on a leash. Maybe she'll stop drooling over other men."

There were more people in line than just their group.

A lot of people still didn't know the backstory.

In a flash, everyone's eyes landed on Julia.

One woman spoke up, "Got one guy hanging off her, still fishing for another. Pretty face, trash behavior."

Gilbert stepped toward her. "Watch your mouth. How could someone as kind as Julia pull a stunt like that?"

Julia's face crumpled into wounded innocence. "It's fine. I just get scared easily. Didn't want to be in the back and cause trouble. I don't matter."

"Ugh. Such a fake." The woman wasn't buying it.

Her boyfriend elbowed her. "Come on. She's just trying not to inconvenience anyone. Don't be such a shrew."

No woman liked being called a shrew. She bristled. "What's that supposed to mean? I'm a shrew?"

"Please don't fight because of me. I'll stand anywhere. Really." Julia's soft voice made it worse.

The boyfriend glared at his girlfriend. "Look at her. Sweet, classy, polite. You're just bitter and loud."

"I'm bitter? I saw her slam into that guy on purpose. A classy woman wouldn't be here causing drama."

He glanced at Sherry.

She wasn't the only one who'd sacrificed. She never saw what he'd given up.

If he'd married the heiress Lore picked for him? Who knows—he might actually stand a chance against Lucas today.

"So marry one then?" Juan shot back. "No one's stopping you. But you didn't, did you? Because those heiresses weren't your type. Too much attitude. Wouldn't take your crap. You'd be crawling back apologizing every time."

At least with women like Sherry, there was some equality. If anything, their male chauvinism ran even deeper. Women had always put up with things in the dark, right under their noses.

Marry a real heiress? The complaints would never end. Men like him never appreciated what they had—they always thought the other path was better.

Both Gilbert's and the guy's faces went dark.

"Sherry, can you control your friend? Talking like that in public is so rude."

"You think you sound any better?" Sherry shot back. "You're just as bad. You two are even more annoying. No one forced you to marry us. Did I hold a knife to your throat?"