Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me

Chapter 539

CHAPTER 539 A ROSE VERSUS A DAISY

Isabel was picking up the broken pieces on the floor, feeling increasingly disheartened. Suddenly, someone squatted beside her.

"Be careful," said the magnetic and gentle voice with a hint of concern.

She looked up, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Why are you crying? It's only a broken bowl, and I won't scold you," Gilbert said. When he saw her expression, he gently wiped away her tears with his rough fingers, which unfortunately made her cry even harder.

"Why are you like a broken faucet that won't shut off?" He had witnessed her crying in the past, and he knew she frequently shed tears. Moreover, he was accustomed to her crying, but whenever she did, he could only watch her and wait for her to dry her eyes.

At that time, Isabel's crying was shorter than usual. After she stopped crying, she sniffled and tried to calm down. "How would you respond if Elspeth were to cry before you?"

Gilbert smirked, thinking her question was somewhat silly. "She wouldn't cry over something so trivial." His impression of Elspeth was that she was always resilient and unyielding, much like a beautiful rose with enticing thorns. Nonetheless, to him, Isabel was like a delicate daisy that withered in the wind and wilted at the touch of a finger. It was her crying that gave him a headache.

Then, she shook her head. "She would cry. Tell me, what would you do if she did?"

After hearing that question, his thoughts drifted away. What would I do if Elspeth cried? Even if my words are clumsy and I can't think of the right thing to say, I will still hug her and try to comfort her. Of course, that's only wishful thinking; the truth is, I have no idea how to make her feel better. Since he could do nothing about it, he gave up worrying about it. Then, he stood silently and threw the broken pieces into the trash can.


On the other hand, Isabel was anxious to hear his answer, so she stood up too. "You didn't answer my question."

"I don't want to."

"Why can't you show some of the same tenderness that you have for her toward me? Is it because I'm an orphan? I don't have her prominent family background, outstanding abilities, or beauty—" After listing each in detail, she finally lowered her voice. "I'm sorry, Gil. I overstepped my boundaries today." Her voice was tearful, and it seemed like she would cry again.

Gilbert suddenly felt sorry for Isabel from the bottom of his heart. Still, he knew he couldn't show her any sign of tenderness for fear that she would misinterpret it. He couldn't provide her with anything, not even a little bit.

"It's okay. Be more careful next time," he replied stiffly. Then, he turned around and went upstairs. He avoided letting her see the restraint in his eyes as he didn't know how to stop this naive young girl from going too far, but he knew he couldn't let her go ahead any further. Moreover, he regretted agreeing to give her a month to win his heart. It had only made her sink deeper into her feelings for him.

As he turned the key to his room, he clearly heard water flowing in the kitchen and a faint crying. He took a deep breath, feeling overwhelmed with guilt. I shouldn't have led her on.

After returning to his room, he sat at the desk and casually browsed through posts to pass the time. Soon, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Gilbert had no idea how to face Isabel, so he had to sit at the table with his back turned to her.

Then, she entered cautiously as if afraid to disturb him, carrying a tray with a glass of milk. "Gil, I want to apologize to you. Earlier, I—" She carefully placed the milk on the table.

"It's okay. You're only a girl, so I won't hold it against you." He still didn't look at her and continued, "By the way, I bought a villa north of Damoria. The environment there is pretty good, and it's right next to the old Winthrop Residence—"

His intentions were too obvious, and she couldn't control her emotions. "Do you want to send me away before the month ends, Gil?"

The one-month agreement was the most agonizing thing he had ever promised anyone. Gilbert was about to defend himself, but Isabel suddenly trembled and asked, "Do you really hate me that much?"

Hate? Of course not.

When he saw the optimism in her eyes, he hardened his heart, and his eyes became coldly indifferent. "You should understand my attitude toward you by now. Do you not understand?"

She was speechless by his response.
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