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!"

closing the door and instructing the driver,

started to pull away,

unknown strength, pushed past

Stop the car! Please, stop the car!

got farther away until finally, as she reached the gate, Sherilyn's foot slipped, and she fell hard on the

back and whispered, "Mr. Gilbert, Mrs. Johnson has

Was that so?

glanced in the rearview mirror, saw Sherilyn

fragile. What could happen? Drive faster! I don't want her catching

car speed away, the light in her eyes

from the ground. Her fair arms and

pain was intense,

eyes, her tears mingling with the

even bothering to change her wet clothes. What other paths did she have? Who else could

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