Her Revenge Was His Regret (Shirley and Gilbert) novel Chapter 434

"People who've been through things like that—most lose that fearless heart."

That wasn't something you could blame Sherry for.

Maybe she'd never really known what true love felt like.

She'd already been hurt by family and burned in romance. Asking her to open up again—anyone would hesitate.

"She won't."

Lucas said it with conviction.

"Truth is, you're scared too, aren't you? That's why you've been tiptoeing around Sherry. You're terrified she'll catch a glimpse of the other side of you and bolt. And it's not just your enemies you're dealing with."

He didn't answer right away. Of course he was scared. Who wouldn't be?

She pondered it. The man she loved lived by a strict ultimatum: stay with him, or leave. Toward his rivals, he was every inch a predator.

He could smile while sending people to their graves.

And then there was the ice-cold way he treated other women.

Most didn't dare come close after seeing that. If he so much as frowned at a girl—even a fraction of the harshness he showed his foes—she'd freeze on the spot, trembling.

They thought it was enough just to admire his looks from afar. No way would they actually step closer.

Unless they were born twisted—the kind who saw everyone else as expendable.

But Sherry wasn't like that.

Good people questioned themselves. And they tormented themselves, too.

Whenever Lucas went after his enemies, most decent women wouldn't be able to stomach watching.

They'd likely be terrified by all the blood and chaos—scared enough to lose it, faint, or walk away with lasting scars.

After all, in Keiperian, things were nothing like safe, predictable Virelia.

And if Sherry ever tried to interfere, it would put them both—and everyone around them—in danger.

Even Lucas' most loyal men, who'd never betrayed him, would doubt Sherry was the right match.

Forget whether she deserved to stand by his side—if she was scared out of her mind every other day, it'd become a joke.

Truth was, if Lucas hadn't loved her, Max wouldn't have supported them being together either.

Lucas had good taste. Sherry wasn't extraordinary, but she was absolutely someone you could trust with your life. She'd never stab you in the back.

Max didn't want to see someone that good get hurt.

"Maybe... just let it go. For both your sakes." Max knew how cold and calculated Lucas could be when it came to his plans.

But a quick cut was better than a slow bleed.

Before the two of them fell too deep to walk away—now was actually the best time.

He figured Lucas knew what to do.

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