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 reluctantly withdrew

“Rest for a bit,

his way to the bathroom.

water filling the tub started, Sherilyn opened her eyes,

he might return at any moment, she threw back the covers, got out of bed, and swiftly made for the

and grabbing some pajamas from the walk–in closet to

time

he suddenly shot

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

“Sherilyn?”

11:41

Oak Manor, but she was Where to

his phone

ringtone sounded.

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

wasn’t

her shoes were still at the entrance–missing was only

Sherilyn had left wearing just a thin

and regret quickly spread through

usually means relying on one,

hand against his forehead, his

the car, he had lost

between Sherilyn and Edgar last night.