Sherilyn’s voice was hoarse, her spirit shattered, tears raging unchecked.
Her lips trembled, “Why do you have to push me like this?”
As her vision blurred, she accused, “When you despised me, you sent me away to another country without mercy. And now, you want me back, using our daughter to coerce me… Why do you push me like this…” She looked at the man, both desperate and loathing.
“Gilbert! I hate you!”
Gilbert felt a sharp pang in his heart. Hate him? Then let it be hate, it was still better than losing her.
“Sherilyn…”
The man remained on one knee, reaching out again to take her hand, holding a ruby ring, extending it towards her left ring finger.
“Marry me.”
Tears pooled in Sherilyn’s eyes as she looked down at him, and with solemnity, he slid the ring onto her left ring finger.
At that moment, it wasn’t just her finger that was ensnared, but her heart as well…
Her eyelids drooped, and tears crashed down.
“Just perfect.”
Gilbert, holding her hand adorned with the ring, smiled slightly, “It fits perfectly, and red is your favorite color. Suits your complexion beautifully.” Looking up at Sherilyn, now a tearful mess, his heart softened immeasurably.
“Sherilyn.”
He stood up, bending down to embrace her. Whispering warmly in her ear. “We’re meant to be together, we have Jenna, we’re a match made in heaven!”
Sherilyn bit her lip, eyes swollen red, silent.
What more could she say?
“Don’t cry.”
Gilbert let her go, his hands cradling her face, fingertips gently wiping away her tears, his voice filled with tenderness.
“Your eyes are all swollen. I’ll have the waiter bring some ice. You’ll need to apply it, or else it’ll be hard to put on makeup for the set.”
Saying this, he leaned over to press the service bell.
“Waiter, come in…”
Shortly after, a waiter entered, “Mr. Johnson, how can I assist you?”
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She closed her eyes tightly, as if plunging into an abyss!
After applying ice to her eyes, the meal was served.
Gilbert served Sherilyn a bowl of porridge, asking her, “Do you have Twitter?”
“…” Sherilyn didn’t understand why he asked, but nodded, “Yes.”
She hadn’t had one before, but had registered after joining a dance troupe in Sunhaven for promotional performances. Otherwise, she barely used it.
“Good.”
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Then, he opened his Twitter.
He rarely used Twitter, but since the Johnson Group owned Nexus Media Group, it was sometimes necessary.
He typed a few words and posted a tweet.
Putting down the phone, he looked at Sherilyn, “Open your Twitter and hand me your phone.”
What was he up to now? Sherilyn frowned, but she was too drained to contend with him. She took out her phone, opened Twitter, and handed it to him.
“I’ll be in the restroom.”
Sherilyn couldn’t care less, standing up to go to the ensuite restroom.
The suite had its own restroom. She e closed the door behind her, standing in front of the sink, turning on the tap, staring at her reflection in the mirror.
“Jenna, Jenna…”
Muttering to herself, she began to cry again. “Ah…”
In her life, she was never in control!
Either abandoned or coerced!
Through the door, Gilbert heard her crying over the sound of running water, lowering the hand that was about to knock.
…
A minute later, two tweets went viral, crashing the servers.
“My little girl, Mrs. Johnson@Sherilyn.” From Gilbert.
“My dear Mr. Johnson@Gilbert.” From Sherilyn.
The photo showed their hands clasped together, a slender, fair hand of a girl adorned with a ruby ring.