Love's Perfect Match

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.

"Yes, I don't hate you, but as you know, I don't want to see you now. I'm only nice to you because of your sister's

request. When I heard that you wanted to win my heart, I really felt a headache coming. I seriously want to avoid it.

Do you understand?"

Isabel's face turned pale, and she opened her mouth, but her voice was hoarse, and she could barely say anything.

Gilbert had never spoken to her so harshly before, and she was unsure whether or not she should cry.

"I had previously promised you a one-month agreement, but it was a joke. You didn't really believe it, did you? If I

caused any misunderstanding, I apologize to you. Please be clear-minded and know that I have no interest in you.

Not before, not now, and definitely not in the future." He delivered each word as a word of warning but also as a

statement of dismissal.

On the other hand, she felt she had been exposed to public ridicule and was left naked on the street. His words

were so heartless that she couldn't even muster the strength to argue. Her feelings of affection were laughable

now. She would only be setting herself up for mockery if she admitted she still had feelings for him.

"Gilbert, I—" she began.

"My final offer to you is this: move into the place I suggested, and forget about any silly ideas. We can still be

friends, but your stubbornness could mean we never see each other again." After he finished speaking, he glanced

at her. Seeing her lost in thought and feeling a hint of guilt, he wondered if he had been too harsh. This girl rarely

reacted like this.

"You probably hate me now, don't you? Remember how I am now. I'm that detestable—"

Gilbert trailed off as Isabel suddenly snapped out of her daze and resumed their conversation calmly. "I don't hate

you. I don't know how to hate you, but—"

How could I turn on someone I'd liked for a long time based on a few words? In addition, I could not determine

whether or not what he was saying was true.

"First, you must tell me if everything you said is true," she continued.