Gilbert was struck dumb, his face a mix of pale and flushed shades of disbelief. Had Sherilyn really just told him to get lost? He realized then, she must have overheard the conversation he had with Caroline.
"Sherilyn!" Gilbert rubbed his forehead, trying to mask his guilt with a weak smile. "You've got it all wrong..."
How could he possibly explain himself? "I don't know why Caroline would say something like that..."
Sherilyn let out a cold, mocking laugh. "You don't know? Because of her, you've already used me once. What, got a taste for it and coming back for seconds?"
"Sherilyn..."
"Listen up, it's not happening!" Sherilyn didn’t want to hear his excuses, her laugh colder than before. "Four years, Gilbert. You think I haven't wised up? You can't play me anymore!"
"Sherilyn, I really didn't..."
Gilbert felt utterly defenseless. "What do I have to do to make you believe me?"
"Fine!" Sherilyn pointed at the hand he had on her arm. "Let go of me now! And keep your distance from now on! That's the only way I'll believe you!"
This... Gilbert was taken aback. Meeting Sherilyn's unyielding gaze, he finally admitted defeat.
"Alright." He sighed, slowly releasing his grip on her.
Without wasting another moment, Sherilyn turned and opened the car door.
Watching her leave, Gilbert felt a suffocating sense of desperation. He suddenly realized—Sherilyn truly despised him, maybe even hated him.
"Sherilyn!" Without a second thought, Gilbert called out to her.
Sherilyn stopped but didn't turn around.
"Do you... do you hate me?" Gilbert's voice was barely a whisper, his heart twisted in agony.
Sherilyn stiffened, then slowly turned to face him.
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