Chapter 68


    That day, in Sylvia’s hospital room, she smiled at Yates like that. Then, Gilbert only glimpsed her


    profile, but Yates saw quite the scene.


    When seeing her in such a dazed state, Gilbert’s gaze darkened as he stared at her for seconds.


    “Do you know who I am?”


    Could it be that she mistook him for Yates and smiled at him? Right, it was also Yates who brought


    her back. With that thought, his handsome face clouded over even more.


    “You?” However, Sherilyn looked at Gilbert’s gloomy, handsome face and chuckled softly. “I know


    who you are. You’re Gilbert Johnson, Gil,”


    Instantly, Gilbert felt a lump in his throat, his eyes reflecting her rosy, radiant cheeks.


    She was drunk. Otherwise, she wouldn’t call Gilbert ‘Gil‘. That nickname was what she used when


    she first arrived at the Johnson family.


    But to be this drunk and still recognize him brought an inexplicable joy to Gilbert, his armi lifting as


    he reached out to her with a low, husky voice, “Why are you drinking? Come on, get up.”


    “No!” As his arm stretched toward her, Sherilyn showed that wary look again, shaking her head in


    refusal. “Don’t touch me!”


    “Hey.” Yates couldn’t help butugh at that. “Sherilyn’s got her guard up pretty high. She knows not


    to let a man touch her even when drunk.”


    “Shut up.” Gilbert red at him. “I haven’t settled things with you yet. What did you get her to


    drink?”


    “Me?” Yates was at a loss. There was no exining this, “My bad, what do we do now?”


    What to do? Gilbert was also troubled. It was great for a girl to be careful, but Sherilyn. was


    exceptionally so. He thought for a moment, then reached for his necktie, pulling it loose and drawing


    it out, wrapping one end around his hand.


    At the other end, he offered to Sherilyn, “Hand up.”


    “What are you going to do?” Sherilyn crossed her arms over her chest, unyielding.


    Gilbert was at his wit’s end. “I won’t touch you. I’ll tie your hand, and you follow me, okay? Aren’t


    you sleepy? I’ll take you to bed.”


    “Oh, sleepy.” Slow to react, Sherilyn hesitantly extended her right hand.


    Gilbert took the other end of the tie, secured it around her wrist, and tugged at it to ensure it


    wouldn’te loose.


    Standing up, he announced, “Okay, let’s go.”


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    “Oh.” She followed behind him, obedient and soft.


    Gilbert deliberately slowed down to match her pace, asionally looking back to ensure she was


    okay before moving forward.


    Behind him, Yates was stunned. “The sun rising from the west?”


    He couldn’t believe the arrogant Mr. Gilbert showing such patience.


    Gilbert had Charles prepare a room just across the hallway from his.


    He led Sherilyn inside, letting go of the tie on his end as soon as they entered. Sherilyn seemed


    unable to stand firmly, tumbling down onto the couch. Slumped over, she seemed too sleepy to


    keep her eyes open.


    Gilbert frowned at her. “Don’t sleep here. Go to bed.”


    “No, no need!” Hearing his voice, Sherilyn suddenly opened her eyes, shaking her head and waving


    her hands. “The couch is fine. I don’t want to get your bed dirty.”


    Gilbert’s brows furrowed deeper at that, his voice deep and husky, “Am I that harsh?”


    She wasn’t a beggar, nor did she have a contagious disease. What smell could she possibly have?


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    “Yes!” Sherilyn tilted her head, nodding earnestly. “You might not see it, but you dislike me, I know.”


    Gilbert tried to say something. “Sherilyn…”


    “Heh.” Sherilyn curled up on the couch, closing her eyes, “I’ll sleep here. It’s fine.”