Gilbert had been waiting outside the restroom for what felt like an eternity, worried about Sherilyn's prolonged absence. Concerned, he decided to check on her, only to stumble upon an unexpected scene.
Upon his arrival, he overheard her accusing him and Caroline of having an improper relationship. To his utter shock, she then tossed the hairband he had gifted her straight into the trash bin.
He stood there, silently hoping she would say something, anything.
Yet, Sherilyn acted as if nothing had happened, avoided his gaze, and walked past him.
As she did, Gilbert felt a hand gripping his wrist.
His voice, deep and somber, echoed in her ear, "Pick it up."
What? Sherilyn laughed, "Why would I pick something out of the trash? It's filthy."
"Pick it up!" Gilbert's voice suddenly grew stern, his eyes intensely fixed on her, "I’m asking you to pick it up!"
"Ow!" Her wrist ached under his grip, her chin lifted defiantly, "I won't! I refuse!"
Her clear, piercing gaze met his.
"Trash should be thrown in the garbage!"
Trash?
Did she really just call the hairband he gave her trash?
In a flash, anger flared in Gilbert's eyes, his lips pressed tightly together, "I gave that to you!"
"Huh." Sherilyn's laugh was full of scorn, "You should keep such gifts to yourself from now on—Does Fran know? That you gave his sister and me the same thing?"
She gestured toward the trash bin, "I threw it away for your own good. So Fran doesn't find out about your sleazy intentions and mess up his recovery! Ah..."
Her wrist tightened.
Gilbert's grip grew stronger, causing Sherilyn to wince in pain. Was he trying to crush her wrist?
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