Chapter 383
“Caroline!” Gilbert frowned, hastily interrupting her, “You’re kind of obsessing over this. You know our brother; if he promised you something he won’t go back on his word.”
“Yeah,” Caroline replied, her voice tinged with resignation.
“So, stop worrying,” Gilbert thought she’d taken his advice to heart, finally seeing reason. “He would never betray you.”
Betrayal? She had once believed that, but now, doubt clouded her mind.
“Let’s change the subject.”
Shifting gears, Caroline continued making beef pies, a hint of a smile on her face, “You haven’t had these in a while. Eat up later; I remember you could eat a lot.”
“It’s no trouble, really. The cleaner will be here soon anyway…”
“Gilbert.” Caroline suddenly asked, “I couldn’t find the black pepper powder. Are we out?”
“Are we?”
Gilbert’s brow furrowed, and he stood up immediately, “Then I’ll go buy some!”
“No need!” Caroline laughed, stopping him, “You know I don’t really eat it much. Just
wondered if we had some, that’s all.”
“No, we need it.”
Gilbert shook his head, “Sherilyn likes it. I’ll go get some; the store around the corner has it.”
“Ah, Gilbert…”
Caroline tried to stop him but to no avail. Watching him leave, her gaze darkened.
He really was going out of his way for Sherilyn.
Gilbert came back later than planned, with a jar of black pepper powder in hand.
“That took a while,” Caroline noted.
“The store nearby didn’t have Sherilyn’s favorite brand. I had to go further out,” Gilbert explained.
Just then, footsteps echoed from upstairs–Sherilyn was coming down.
“Sherilyn.”
Immediately, Gilbert stood up, moving to greet her, carefully reading her expression.
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11:23
“You’re up? So early?”
“Mhm.” Sherilyn smiled, nodding. “You guys have been up earlier, haven’t you?”
‘You guys…‘ She’d lumped Gilbert and Caroline together, subtly distancing herself.
Ignoring the tightness in his chest, Gilbert took her wrist, “Come have breakfast. Caroline made beef pies.”
Sherilyn let him lead her to the dining room.
Caroline was in the kitchen, finishing up. Hearing them, she looked over, “Oh, Sherilyn, you’re here.”
Only Sherilyn could understand the deep disdain hidden in her eyes!
“Sherilyn, have a seat.”
Gilbert let go of her hand, “I’ll help out.”
He took over from Caroline, “Let me do that. You sit and wait to eat.”
It didn’t seem right for him and Sherilyn to sit waiting while Caroline did all the work.
Caroline managed a smile and stepped back, “Alright, then. You handle it.”
So, at the dining table, it was Caroline and Sherilyn, face to face.
“Wow.” Sherilyn breathed in, appreciating the aroma, “This smells amazing. Must taste great.” Heh. Caroline’s face was a mask of ice, “It wasn’t made for you.”
“Hm?” Sherilyn lifted her gaze, her smile soft and light, “I know. But Gilbert insisted I try it. What can I do?”
“You!” Caroline was livid, glaring at Sherilyn’s smug expression.
In that moment, all the resentment she harbored because of Gilbert and Francis seemed to explode!
She couldn’t stand to look at Sherilyn’s perfect, yet utterly nauseating face for another second!
“Get out! Now, immediately, leave this place!”
Suddenly, Sherilyn’s smile vanished, her eyes turning cold and sharp, “What did you say?”
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