Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Stepping out of the hospital, she froze.

No, she couldn't just leave. The next day, she was supposed to board a plane to be shipped abroad. In a foreign country, clueless and alone, she'd be even more lost!-

So, she stood by the entrance, waiting for Gilbert. He had to show up eventually.

As time ticked away, Sherilyn's legs went numb, and the sky darkened, followed by a sudden downpour.

Just when Sherilyn thought Gilbert might spend the night inside, he appeared. The soft light lit up his figure, putting the spotlight on his handsome face and his gentle, aristocratic aura. Gilbert frowned. "Ugh, stop her!"

"Yes, sir!" Midway, Sherilyn got blocked, unable to get any closer.

"Gilbert, I have something important to tell you!" she called out desperately.

But Gilbert didn't even spare her a glance.

The driver pulled up the car at the curb, and Gilbert strode forward, opened the door, and ducked inside.

Sherilyn couldn't believe it and shouted, "Gilbert! Please! I need to talk to you!"

Gilbert seemed not to hear, closing the door and instructing the

away,

strength, pushed past Allen, who was blocking her,

Gilbert! Stop the car! Please, stop the car!

until finally, as she reached the gate, Sherilyn's foot slipped, and she fell hard on the ground. "Ah..."

glanced back and

Was that so?

Sherilyn

grimly, "It's just a fall. She's not that fragile. What could happen? Drive faster! I don't

speed away,

struggling to rise from the ground. Her fair arms and

was intense,

closed her eyes, her tears

even bothering to change her wet clothes.

something and pulled out her phone. She didn't scroll through her contacts but dialed a number she

hit the call