Her Revenge Was His Regret (Shirley and Gilbert) novel Chapter 371

Sherry clearly saw Gilbert, balancing on his injured toes, reach up to the cabinet and take down a bag for Wendy.

It was just to match the outfit Wendy had on that day. Honestly, he could've taken it or not. The bag she already had went with anything—and it was the most expensive.

She posted it on Facebook just to show how spoiled she was by Gilbert. And it worked.

Sherry really couldn't reach. It was the first time she'd asked him for help, and all she got was screaming.

To make it worse, the plate slipped and smashed on the floor. Her hand was already cut open.

Gilbert had charged at her like a mad dog, yelling, "Can't you see I'm hurt? You're breaking things on purpose!

"I came home! What else do you want? Who are you acting this miserable for?

"You caused trouble under Wendy's Facebook post. Now that I'm home, you're pulling this kind of drama. What exactly do you want?

"Do you know she cried for hours after you liked her post? She had to apologize to everyone! How could you be so cruel?"

Looking back, Sherry could find no sweetness at all. She hated even thinking about it.

Because whenever she did, she realized she had never known what it felt like to be cared for.

Her parents didn't care. Her husband didn't care. How could she not have been hurt?

But Lucas' words gently soothed her wounded heart, one sentence at a time.

"I had a few men watching you. Not many, and they didn't interfere with your life."

Not everyone likes being watched, even if it's for their own good.

"Now I'm thinking I should assign people to watch you two full-time."

Lucas explained, "As soon as I heard Yelena had two tickets to that out-of-the-way place, I came back immediately."

Yelena stared in shock.

"You mean those tickets were a trap? But that guy who gave them to me—he always tips me big. He's really well-connected."

She'd trusted him completely, especially since Hector hadn't bothered her lately.

"That should have been true. But Hector is not ordinary. He built a lot of power right here in King City, under our noses. The man you mentioned couldn't refuse him."

Yelena suddenly remembered the tickets hadn't come directly—they'd been passed through someone else. She'd just thought he was busy.

Now it all made sense.

"That means... it's my fault. If Sherry couldn't swim..."

And Julia had gambled right.

A thousand times over, Gilbert would never choose Sherry.

Thank god she'd long stopped hoping.

Yelena suddenly turned to Lucas. "Mr. Harrison, so you were worried the two of us would get hurt, worried they'd target us, so you sent people to watch?

"So you're really worried about Sherry?"

Sherry's face burned. Who asked something so directly?

She hated this kind of moment.

With Gilbert, he'd never once acknowledged her openly.

Even when forced, he'd just mumble a quiet "yeah" and leave her hanging, as if being married to her was something shameful.

He'd force out a single line, or even just a "yeah," like it took grit and sand. The air would freeze for minutes.

She could feel her own embarrassment and helplessness, and Gilbert's impatient "yeah" was like a drum mallet slamming her chest.