Her Revenge Was His Regret (Shirley and Gilbert) novel Chapter 362

Useless Gilbert!

He had to black out at a time like this.

Julia gritted her teeth.

Selfishly, she didn't want to waste this chance.

Then a head poked over the deck.

Cathy had leaned so far over the edge she could barely see, and finally spotted them.

"Julia! Thank god you're okay!"

Another idiot.

Julia reluctantly dragged Gilbert back toward the boat.

As they left, Sherry said, "Not pretending you can't swim anymore?"

Julia stared at Sherry with pure hatred, as if she wanted to tear her to pieces.

But in the end, she pulled Gilbert away.

When she laid him on the deck, her face shifted right back to that innocent, worried expression—pure and delicate.

A man could fall for that act a hundred times and never catch on.

Even if he did, most men wouldn't care. Women's little games meant nothing to them.

But when she glanced down worriedly, she saw Gilbert wasn't fully unconscious. He was in terrible pain, dazed, but awake.

He'd actually regained consciousness before they reached the boat. His head throbbed too badly to speak, but he was aware.

Now he stared up at Julia, forcing out the words. "You can swim."

Julia froze.

He'd been awake the entire time. He must have figured everything out.

She quickly replayed the moment and relaxed when she realized she hadn't said anything suspicious.

"Yes. I can swim," Julia admitted.

For a split second, disappointment flashed in Gilbert's eyes.

In his mind, Julia was perfect.

And she had lied to him.

Why?

"What if I told you I just wanted to act weak, like other girls... so you'd care for me?"

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