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

pull away, Sherilyn, wide-eyed, saw it begin

strength, pushed past Allen, who was blocking her, and chased after the

stop the car! Waa..." She ran,

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

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

Was that so?

saw Sherilyn lying in the rain, thoroughly

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

away, the light in

arms, struggling to rise from the ground. Her fair arms and

the pain was intense,

closed her eyes, her tears mingling

Manor, Sherilyn was mentally and physically exhausted. She collapsed onto the couch without even bothering to change her wet clothes. What other paths

didn't scroll through her

dialing, she hit the