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.

before he

moment, he finally said, “Rest for a bit,

his way to

the tub started, Sherilyn opened her eyes, a thick layer of mist clouding her vision, her

at any moment, she threw back the covers, got out of bed, and

some pajamas from the walk–in closet to leave in the bathroom, Gilbert returned, intending to carry

time to…”

covers, when he suddenly shot up,

the bed empty–Sherilyn was nowhere to be seen.

“Sherilyn?”

11:41

Golden Oak Manor,

his phone

a ringtone

room sofa, her phone inside.

that wasn’t

were still at the entrance–missing was only

a

and regret quickly spread

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

closed his eyes, pressing a hand against his forehead, his fingers kneading in

had

he realized–nothing had happened between