Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 265

Was she taking her anger out on him?

“What does this have to do with me…” Gilbert almost blurted out in frustration. Could it really be his fault they couldn't be together?

But as the words were about to escape his lips, he locked eyes with Sherilyn's piercing gaze, and suddenly, he found himself unable to argue.

Yes, it was his fault. The biggest 'blemish' on her was one he had caused!

“Hmph.” Sherilyn scoffed, her gaze icy as she stared him down. “It's you!”

Then she remembered those four years in Crestwood, and her Jenna.

In a burst of emotion, she grabbed his tie. “Why do you have to be so horrible? Why can't you just leave me alone even after we're divorced?”

After their marriage fell apart, it seemed almost impossible for her to find love again!

To her, that wasn't the end of the world. Love wasn't a necessity. With Jenna by her side, she could have been happy!

But then Edgar appeared…

He didn't care about her past, didn't mind that she was an orphan. He went out of his way to get her back into the dance troupe, showing her such care…

For the first time in her life, she felt truly valued by someone—yet, she had caused him harm!

Sherilyn glared at him, her eyes beginning to redden, a mist of tears forming.

Gilbert was taken aback, seeing her genuine tears for the first time.

Any anger he had was extinguished by her tears.

Gilbert stood there, not daring to move, even bending slightly to match her height so she wouldn't have to stretch to hold his tie. He reached into his pocket for a handkerchief. “Yes, it's my fault.”

Offering her a handkerchief, he comforted, “Please don't cry… You like Edgar so much, don't worry. With me, with the Johnson family backing you, he wouldn't dare to leave you…”

“What are you planning?” Sherilyn’s eyes widened with tears. “Don't mess around! I don't need your help with my matters!”

“What did I do now?” Gilbert's frustration was rising again, but it deflated under Sherilyn's stern gaze.

He sighed, conceding defeat. “Fine, I won't meddle. Is that better?”