Chapter 5
When seeing Sherilyn on the couch, Gilbert''s charming green eyes narrowed in displeasure. "Why
didn''t you answer the door?"
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‘Because I didn''t have the strength.’ Sherilyn thought to herself silently.
But she didn''t exin but only shook her head. She knew that any exnation was just an excuse
in his eyes.
When someone dislikes you, even your breathing seems to bother them.
Sherilyn felt ufortable and asked directly, "What brings you here?"
He didn''t even want to see her, did he?
"Hmph, you think I actually wanted to be here?" Gilbert''s disdain for her was palpable as he gave
her a cold look. "Grandma sent me to ensure you got on your flight!"
Oh, so that was it.
Sherilyn''s heart sank. What was she still hoping for?
"Where''s your luggage? Upstairs?" Gilbert was growing impatient. To him, every extra moment in
this ce, every additional nce at Sherilyn, was a torment!
Sherilyn nodded, then shook her head. "It''s upstairs, but I haven''t finished packing..."
She was supposed to continue packing when she got home the night before. But she felt unwell and
fell asleep.
"What?" After hearing that, Gilbert''s expression turned colder. "You have all day to do nothing, and
you can''t even pack a suitcase?"
Seeing Sherilyn''s dazed expression, anger surged within him. She couldn''t possibly be thinking of
staying, could she?
He snapped, urging her forward. "What are you spacing out for? Get packing now!"
"Oh, okay." Sherilyn nodded nkly and hurried upstairs.
Just walking those few steps, she broke out in a cold sweat. Something was off. She felt her
forehead. It was burning hot! Even the air she exhaled felt like fire! She had a fever. It must have
been from getting caught in the rain the day before.
Her first instinct was to go to her room and get some cold medicine. As she was about to take it,
she stopped abruptly.
She was pregnant and couldn''t take the medicine! Whether or not she wanted to keep the baby was
still uncertain, but as long as it was in her womb, she had to protect it.
"Ugh..." Her stomach churned violently.
Sherilyn covered her mouth, rushed into the bathroom, and clung to the toilet as she vomited
profusely. When she finally stopped, she felt utterly drained.
She turned on the tap, rinsed her mouth, and sshed water on her face, trying to lower her
scorching body temperature.
"Sherilyn!" Gilbert''s low, slightly hoarse voice sounded impatient.
It was Gilberting up to hurry her.
Upon entering, he saw she hadn''t finished packing. "Sherilyn, where are you? Come out!"
"Coming." Sherilyn wiped her face and stepped out of the bathroom. With a paleplexion, her
voice was faint.
"Mr. Gilbert Johnson." Gone was the usual affection in her voice. Sherilyn called him by his full
name. "Can I, can I possibly leave tomorrow instead?"
She was feeling unwell, afraid she might faint on the ne alone, with no one to turn to.
"What''s the y now?" Gilbert frowned, suspicious.
"You''re trying another trick? What, after the hospital visit yesterday, trying to plead with Caroline and
getting blocked by me, you''re looking for another angle?"
Was that all she amounted to in his eyes?
"No, it''s not like that..." Sherilyn looked at him with bright eyes, struggling to hold back her tears.
"I''m not feeling well. I need to see a doctor..."
"Enough!" Gilbert cut her off abruptly.
After scrutinizing her face for a moment, he smirked dismissively. "Pretending to be sick again? You
think I''m going to fall for that?"
His tone hardened, "Even if it''s true, how bad can it be? Caroline lost her baby and is lying in the
hospital, but here you are, standing fine! Just bear with it. You won''t die!"
Sherilyn was stunned, her mouth agape. "I..."
Gilbert ignored her, walking straight into the wardrobe to fetch the already-packed suitcase.