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Chapter 133
Chapter 133
Chapter 133
Sylvia pulled Sherilyn to her feet, “Since we’re on the topic, it’s perfect timing. Go try on that dress with me.”
“Sylvia…”
“Listen up! Don’t make me unhappy!”
Unable to refuse, Sherilyn had no choice but to follow Sylvia upstairs.
The dress was secretly stashed in Sylvia’s room to keep it a surprise.
Sylvia led her into the walk–in closet, pointing to a dress hanging on the rack, freshly ironed and covered with a dust protector, “Look, isn’t it beautiful?”
“Uh–huh.” Sherilyn nodded, “It’s beautiful.”
Sylvia surveyed Sherilyn, “You’re tall, with a great figure. Only you could pull it off. Come on, try it on?”
“Okay, Sylvia.”
Sylvia turned and left the closet, waiting outside.
“Ma’am.”
Cara came to consult Sylvia on a matter, ‘There’s an order that seems questionable, I need your confirmation.”
“Alright.” Sylvia agreed to handle it since Caroline wasn’t there.
So, off she went with Cara.
No sooner had they left, than Gilbert climbed the stairs.
He had come home early today to see if there was anything he needed to do. Since Sylvia and Sherilyn weren’t downstairs, he decided to head up.
“Grandma, are you in your room?”
He knocked on Sylvia’s door. Finding it unlocked, he pushed it open.
In the closet, Sherilyn had slipped into the dress, which fit her perfectly, except for a small hiccup.
The zipper was at the back, and she couldn’t reach it.
Just as she was fretting, she heard footsteps behind her. Thinking it was Sylvia, she didn’t turn around, “Grandma, could you help me with the zipper? I can’t seem to reach.”
The footsteps paused briefly, then slowly approached.
Sherilyn could feel someone standing behind her. She turned around, “Could you please, Gran…”
Her words halted abruptly in shock!
It wasn’t Sylvia. It was Gilbert!
“Ah…”
Startled, Sherilyn instinctively tried to flee.
“Don’t move!”
Gilbert stopped her, grabbing her wrist with one hand and holding her waist with the other, lowering his head so his breath was almost against her ear.
“Dressed like this, where do you think you’re running off to? Believe me, one move, and the dress will slip right off.”
At his words, Sherilyn shivered, believing him.
So, she dared not move.
Gilbert’s lips curved in an almost imperceptible smile, his hand moving towards her waist, “Zipper, yeah?”
“Uh–huh.” Sherilyn lowered her gaze, nodding. “Sorry for the trouble…”
How had things turned out this way?
Where was Sylvia? Gilbert was her only hope now.
“Alright.”
Gilbert’s hand fumbled at her waist, “Where’s the zipper?”
Searching, but not finding it.
“You…” Sherilyn’s face flushed with embarrassment, “It’s right there! How can you not find it?”
“Where exactly?”
Gilbert wasn’t pretending. “I’ve never worn women’s clothes.” Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.
“Right here…”
Seeing the confusion, Sherilyn reached back, taking Gilbert’s hand.
The moment their skin touched, a tingling sensation passed through them… like a mild
current.
Gilbert paused, puzzled by the sensation.
It wasn’t unpleasant; rather, it felt somewhat comforting.
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Unaware of his reaction, Sherilyn guided his hand to the zipper, “Here, see it?”
“Mhm.”
Gilbert’s throat bobbed, his voice rough and scratchy as if glued together.
“Cough, got it.”
“Then hurry,” Sherilyn urged, “Zip it up!“