Hiding Behind Her Superficiality

Chapter 435

Chapter 435 Shall I Take You Home?

"You don't need to know."

Holly laughed suddenly. "Then, I'll tell you that Elspeth's heart belongs to Callum now. She hasn't liked you in a long time."

Hearing that, Gilbert placed his hand over his heart and replied in a calm voice, "I know."

"If you know that, why do you still like her?" she asked. "Gilbert, have you ever considered being with me?" She was never someone who kept her feelings hidden. If she wanted something, she would do everything she could to get it, and men were no exception.

"I don't have any feelings for you, so we can't be together," he said, ending the conversation abruptly. Then, he turned around and walked away.

"Even if you don't have feelings for me now, I'll make you feel something for me eventually," Holly said, clenching her fists behind him.

Gilbert stopped as he realized she would be hard to deal with. So, he grabbed a nearby girl without looking too closely and kissed her lips. "See? I'm that kind of guy."

Nevertheless, she didn't expect him to make such a move, and her eyes turned red instantly. "Since you're already so blasé, why can't you like me?"

Her words made his face darken. "I can like anyone else but not you."

After hearing that, she felt a great sense of humiliation. She never thought that he would use a bar girl to humiliate her. "She's only a bar girl! You're humiliating me with her, and you will regret it!" With that, she stomped her foot fiercely and left in a fit of anger.

Soon, he watched her walk away without any emotion on his face. He suddenly realized that he had earlier kissed a girl, so he turned to apologize to her. When he saw her face, a familiar face flashed through his mind. "You're—" he said, trying to place her.

The girl appeared familiar, so he must have seen her somewhere before.

"I—" Gilbert had a sudden realization. "I remember now! You're that girl from the Joneson Family—" NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

The person in front of him was indeed Isabel. She stood timidly in a super short dress, which was not her usual style. Moreover, she looked inexperienced but quite alluring.

"Didn't you go abroad with Miss Joneson to get treatment? Are you still with her? Do you know where she is?" Gilbert bombarded her with questions.

At that moment, she was caught off guard by the sudden questions. When he mentioned Helena, tears immediately sprang to her eyes. "I-I can't say," she said.

Soon, his alcohol-induced haze had slightly cleared up since he met Isabel. He saw her hesitant demeanor and grew anxious. "Miss Joneson still hasn't recovered from her illness. If you're doing this for her sake, please tell me where she is."

"She's in a sanatorium," she replied.

Hearing that, his eyes lit up. "Are you talking about the sanatorium in Damoria?"

She nodded, and then as if she had made up her mind, she suddenly kneeled down.

Looking at her sudden reaction, Gilbert was slightly surprised and asked, "What's the matter?"

Isabel begged, "Please, both of you! Please save Miss Joneson. She's not doing well at all."

Seeing that, he quickly helped her stand up and made her sit on the nearby couch. He handed her a tissue and said, "Don't cry. Take your time and tell me what happened."

She wiped away her tears and sobbed, "We agreed to keep our return a secret from Elspeth. We wanted to sneak back and find a place where we wouldn't be noticed, so Elspeth wouldn't be threatened. On the other hand, Miss Joneson is already very ill. After returning here, to avoid being discovered by anyone, we had to go to a place none of you could possibly guess. Since the funds are almost depleted, we can barely afford her medical expenses. So, I had to come here to work as a hostess, where the pay is a little higher, which is enough to support her medical expenses."

After listening to Isabel's story, Gilbert couldn't help but feel a little regretful for his impulsive behavior earlier. "I'm sorry. My behavior was indeed impulsive."

Then, she thought of the wet kiss, and her face suddenly turned red. "It's okay. You kissed me so quickly that I didn't even react... Ah, no, I didn't mean that. What I meant was that it's okay. I don't mind."

Nonetheless, she was still a young girl who had never been in love before and had not experienced the situation before.

Meanwhile, he looked at her as she worked tirelessly for Elspeth's mother and was willing to come to a place like that. He couldn't resist patting her head. "Don't worry. If you tell me where Miss Joneson is, I will see her and help pay for her medical expenses. I will also find the best doctors to cure her illness. From today on, I hope you won't work in a place like this anymore."

Hearing that, Isabel's eyes lit up. "Really? Nevertheless, Miss Joneson will scold me when she finds out about this."

Gilbert inexplicably felt sorry for the sensible little girl, and his tone softened unconsciously. "If she finds out that you are earning money in a place like this for her medical expenses, she will be even less willing to accept treatment."

His words made her anxious, and she almost dropped the glass. "Then, please help me keep it a secret, okay? Don't tell Miss Joneson about this."

"Then, you accept my help as a condition of our deal."

She gritted her teeth and said, "Deal."

Soon, Gilbert smiled and narrowed his eyes, looking at her exposed, thin legs. He took off his coat and draped it over her legs. "Wear something thicker."

However, Isabel was rendered speechless by his gesture. She stared at the suit jacket and tightly held onto one corner of it.

"Do you want me to send you back?"

After hearing that, she almost nodded involuntarily but suddenly thought it might be too presumptuous and shook her head.

"Then, be careful on the way home. I've been drinking, so I may be unable to send you back." Following that, he stood up, and his whole demeanor instantly became distant again.

She thought their closeness was unreal, like something out of a dream. Nonetheless, she couldn't describe how she felt in her heart as he slowly walked away, which was complicated and dreamlike. After over a decade, she felt the stirring of adolescent emotions she had buried, and the experience surprised and terrified her. Then, she snapped out of her mental reverie as if she had awoken from a deep sleep and was taken aback by her earlier emotions.

Oh my god, what am I thinking about? Isabel shook her head, cleared her mind of her wild thoughts, grabbed the coat, and hurriedly left.