Her Revenge Was His Regret (Shirley and Gilbert) novel Chapter 365

It was like a free day out.

All complaints vanished instantly, replaced by gossip.

"Don't tell me he is Gilbert? He's insanely handsome."

"Of course it is! Just look at his build and that kind of money. That's Gilbert. That woman is so lucky. Wait—could that be Julia?"

"Who else? You think it's his useless wife?"

"No one even mentions her in public. And her last name isn't Mack anyway."

"Turning the whole boat around for his goddess? I'd melt if a man did that for me."

Everyone loved that kind of obvious, public favoritism. They wanted the whole world to know they were the chosen ones.

As they walked, they suddenly spotted Sherry crouching alone and jumped.

"Holy hell, I thought she was a ghost from the lake!"

They stared her up and down, then sighed.

"Some people have a man who turns the whole boat around.

"And some people have stuck here half-dead, no one even checking on her.

"I take back everything I said about not wanting a man. You really need one."

"Pathetic."

The group looked at Sherry with pity, but none stepped in.

They had no idea what had happened, and they didn't want to get involved.

At least she could still move.

"Mr. Bode will take his girlfriend to the hospital anyway. He can give her a ride on the way."

They'd come out for sightseeing; now they were in a rush, so the boat tore back fast.

Before long, they reached the dock—and an ambulance was already waiting.

The scene was dramatic, straight out of a TV show.

The tourists were even more jealous.

By the time they were leaving, they finally remembered Sherry.

Some of them wanted to help; she looked weak and miserable.

The others wanted a chance to speak to the legendary Gilbert.

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