Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 349

their fierce sex, Gilbert looked down at the petite woman in his arms. Her eyes were

stubberly shot refusing to meet his gaze. Her eyes were red and swollen, tears still clinging to her lashes.

Was she crying out of physical pain, or was it for someone else? The thought made his gaze tum cold.

Let’s get out of the car

He released her, got out first, then walked around to the passenger side and lifted her into his

arms

In that moment, Sherilyn shivered in his hold.

Gilbert noticed, his eyebrows knitting together in concern, “What’s wrong?”

No response came from Sherilyn, just a shake of her head.

He might have guessed the reason; his earlier loss of control and roughness must have hurt

her.

Quickening his pace, he carried her from the garage back into the house, laying her down on the master bedroom’s bed.

He reached out to straighten her messy hair, but Sherilyn turned her face away, avoiding his

touch.

paused, his motion stiffening before he reluctantly withdrew his hand.

“Rest for a

his way to the bathroom.

opened her

any moment, she threw back the covers, got out of bed, and swiftly made for the door, opening it and leaving the room.

the walk–in closet to leave in

time

had just sat down, about to lift the covers, when he suddenly shot up, a cold

covers to find the bed empty–Sherilyn was nowhere to be seen. Where

“Sherilyn?”

11:41

searched the room, then the entire Golden Oak Manor,

embed his phone to call her

a ringtone

purse still on the living room sofa, her phone inside. She

that wasn’t

shoes were still at

had left wearing just a thin sweater and indoor

and regret quickly spread through

in a time when stepping outside usually means relying on one,

abruptly closed his eyes, pressing a hand against his

he had lost control

between Sherilyn and Edgar last night.