Chapter 107


    Just when Sherilyn was about to give up hope, the Iron door swung open once more.


    “Sherilyn.”


    She jerked her head up.


    “Your family’s here,e on out.”


    Her heart leaped into her throat as she stumbled to her feet, her hands clenched into fists. Tears


    threatened to spill over.


    There was Gilbert, lounging in a chair with the ease of a king in his domain, a smirk ying on his


    lips as he watched Sherilyn approach.


    “Seems like you’ve got a thing for police stations, huh? Haven’t been back long and here you are,


    for the second time.”


    Ignoring his jab, Sherilyn stopped in front of him, her gaze lowered.


    “Oh?”


    Gilbert raised an eyebrow, his fingers idly tapping on the desktop. “You called me here to y


    charades? You think I’ve got nothing better to do?”


    Taking a deep breath, Sherilyn lifted her gaze to meet his, her voice a whisper, “No.”


    “What?” Gilbert paused, an amused look taking over. “No what? You’re not making any


    sense.”


    She knew he was doing it on purpose.


    Why was he acting like this? Could it be that he cared?


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    Impossible. Not in this lifetime, nor the next.


    Maybe it was because they were technically still married? Though, that reason hardly held water–


    their marriage had been over in all but name for the past four years.


    But he wanted an exnation, and for the sake of her freedom, she would give it.


    Her brows furrowed, she spoke slowly but clearly, “My answer is–I haven’t…


    “What?” Gilbert wouldn’t let her off the hook.


    He suddenly stood, leaning in as if to intimidate her, his breath tickling her skin.


    “Tell me,


    what do you mean?”


    “I haven’t…” Sherilyn bit her lip, fighting the shame. “I haven’t slept with any other man!”


    Was he satisfied now?


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    “Oh.” Gilbert’s tone shifted from mock surprise to seriousness, “You’re not lying to me?:


    Sherilyn, taken aback, shook her head, “No, I’m not lying.”


    With a barely audible scoff, Gilbert’s hand shot out, his fingers gripping her chin, causing her to


    tremble slightly.


    He paid it no mind, warning her, “You said it, and I’ll believe you! But if I find out you’ve lied to me,


    you better think about the consequences!”


    “I haven’t!” Sherilyn’s voice was firm despite the chill running down her spine, “I’m not lying.”


    “Good.” Then, as quickly as he had grabbed her, Gilbert released her. “Let’s go.”


    Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked ahead.


    Behind him, Sherilyn let out a sigh of relief, her hand to her chest.


    “Hurry up!”


    “Coming!”


    Outside, Gilbert flung open the passenger door, ring at Sherilyn as she made her way to the


    backseat.


    “Front seat. Now!”


    “But I-”


    “What do you mean ‘but‘?” Gilbert’s impatience was palpable, “You think I’m your chauffeur? Are


    you even worth that?”


    Sherilyn frowned, saying, “That’s not what I meant.”


    “Then sit in the front!”


    “Okay.”


    Left with no other choice, Sherilynplied. Gilbert didn’t bring a driver and was driving himself.


    Sitting in the passenger seat, she felt uneasy.


    “What are you thinking about?” Out of the blue, Gilbert nced at her. “There’s a bag in the back,


    grab it.”


    “What’s in it?”


    “Why don’t you grab it and find out? Stop asking so many questions!”


    “Okay.”


    Reluctantly, Sherilyn turned around, reaching for the bag on the backseat. Opening it,


    she