<b>Chapter 166</b>


    But Sylvia was only willing to help Gilbert this once, fearing the consequences of her actions might be too tangled and unclearter on. <i>So</i>, she insisted <b>he </b>listen for himself.


    Good or bad, he had to ept it.


    Sylvia looked at Gilbert. “Did you catch all that?<b>”</b>


    “Yeah.” Gilbert’s handsome face remained expressionless.


    “Gosh.” Sylvia sighed deeply, “d you heard it. Let’s drop this matter, okay?<b>”</b>


    “Grandma.” Hanging by his sides, Gilbert’s hands suddenly clenched, and a determination shed across his eyes, “I can’t let it go.”


    “What?” Sylvia eximed, staring at Gilbert in disbelief. “What are you nning to do? We had an agreement! Plus, you heard Sherilyn. She’s not interested! Forcing someone into affection won’t end well. You should know


    that.”


    Back then, he had unwillingly married Sherilyn. And how did that turn out? Were they happy?


    Mentioning the past darkened Gilbert’s expression further, a coldness emanating from him.


    “Gilbert.” Sylvia tried to reason with him, shaking her head, “Please listen to me. It won’t end well. Don’t push her!”


    Seeing Sylvia so anxious, Gilbert couldn’t help but smile. “Grandma, why the


    rush? I won’t hurt her.”


    How could he bring himself to hurt the woman he desired?


    “That’s a relief,” Sylvia sighed. “Sherilyn’s a good girl. I really like her.”


    Gilbert’s lips curved into a slight smile, nodding. “Yeah, she is.”


    Breakfast was ready, and Gilbert arrived, but Sylvia did not.


    “Where’s Sylvia?” Sherilyn had no choice but to pass Gilbert’s portion to him


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    <b>first</b>.


    <b>Gilbert </b>pulled out a chair and sat down, sipping his coffee. “Grandma said she <b>felt </b>unwell and went upstairs. We can have Cara bring her somethingter.”


    <b>“</b>Oh.” Sherilyn nodded, her mind filled with questions.


    <b>She </b>thought Sylvia seemed fine earlier. Maybe it was just the aftermath of a critical illness, still feeling weak.


    Sherilyn was wrestling with how to broach the topic as they sat opposite each other. “So…”


    Before she could speak, Gilbert extended his arm toward her.


    “What?” Sherilyn blinked, a bit confused.


    Gilbert let out a low chuckle. “Can’t you see? Don’t you love eating it this way? Open up…”


    Looking down, Sherilyn saw Gilbert holding a baguette dipped in creamy mushroom soup.


    Her heart skipped a beat. Yes, she did love eating it like that back when she was with the Johnson family. Sherilyn was momentarily stunned and couldn’t believe he still remembered.


    “Come on, open up.” Seeing Sherilyn hesitate, Gilbert frowned, urging her, “My arm’s getting tired.”


    “Uh…” Sherilyn refused to let him feed her like that, waving him off. “No need. I can do it myself.”


    “Hurry up!” Gilbert’s expression darkened, his voice firm, “Open your mouth when I tell you to!”


    In the kitchen, Cara turned her head at the noise, shaking it and thinking, ‘Mr. Gilbert is a grown man now yet clueless about wooing a girl!‘


    All intimidating and stern, what girl would find that appealing?


    Feeling the pressure, Sherilyn reluctantly opened her mouth. “Ah…”


    It was arge piece, filling her mouth.


    “Too big? Gilbert noticed her difort and humbly said, “Got it. I’ll go


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    13:54


    emaller next <b>time</b>.


    Meanwhile, <b>he </b>observed Sherilyn’s mouth, <b>“</b>Such a small mouth.”


    <b>The </b><b>term </b><b>‘</b>small mouth‘ must have <b>been </b><b>coined </b><b>for </b>her.


    <b>Sherilyn </b>managed to chew and swallow. “Gilbert<b>, </b><b>about </b>me going back <b>to </b>the Neon Nights Bar…”


    “Ah, open up.” The second piece of toast was already in her mouth.N?vel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.


    Gilbert watched Sherilyn. “Made it smaller this time.”


    Reluctantly, Sherilyn opened her mouth again.


    Gilbert was serious. “Sherilyn, I’ll take care of you from now on.”