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.

She lifted her head, smiling triumphantly. "Mr. Harrison, I knew you wouldn't let me—"

Her voice died in her throat.

From this angle, she could only see Lucas carrying Sherry away.

His every move was gentle, protective.

Gilbert had never even bothered to take off his coat for her like that.

The pride she'd felt moments ago turned to ash.

Everything she had was nothing compared to this.

No one was looking at her anymore. All eyes were on Lucas and Sherry.

When she finally glanced back, she realized the man holding her was George. His face still bore the bruise from Sherry's punch.

She hadn't expected him to truly get knocked out by a woman; she'd thought he was faking.

That was how she'd set up the whole scene to force Gilbert to choose.

She'd planned to get rid of Sherry quietly.

After overhearing their conversation, she'd decided to destroy her completely.

Now she was the one left humiliated. For the first time in her life, she'd been utterly, publicly defeated.