Her Revenge Was His Regret (Shirley and Gilbert) novel Chapter 367

Julia frowned.

She was right there! How could anyone steal the spotlight from her?

She refused to be upstaged.

Gilbert's gaze sharpened. He recognized Sherry's clothes.

In all the chaos, he'd completely forgotten about her.

And that man—sure enough, it was Lucas.

Gilbert stormed over.

"Let go of her!

"Mr. Harrison, this is my wife. I'm asking you to release her."

He turned to Sherry, his voice hard. "Sherry, get down. I'll take you home."

He held out his hand, demanding she obey.

In any romance drama, any female lead would usually say, "Put me down first. I need to talk to him," or something like that.

Lucas had watched hundreds of those shows. He'd done his homework.

Nine out of ten heroines would choose the husband in this situation.

For a split second, his hand even lowered slightly.

But then—

Sherry clung to Lucas tightly, just like Julia had clung to Gilbert earlier.

At Gilbert's words, she held on even tighter.

Gilbert's eyes blazed with anger. "Sherry! Get down here!"

Lucas almost laughed at himself for that tiny hesitation. He'd watched way too many short dramas.

"Seems my Sherry doesn't want to come down."

My Sherry.

So intimate.

In all their years of marriage, Gilbert had never called her anything like that.

Gilbert felt his sanity fray.

"Mr. Harrison, we are still married. This is our problem. You are an outsider—you have no right to interfere."

Sherry didn't loosen her grip at all. She even buried her face deeper into Lucas' chest.

It was so warm here. She was freezing, cold to the bone from the lake water.

She nuzzled closer, ignoring Gilbert completely.

Lucas smiled helplessly, unable to fight the warmth in his expression.

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