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.

stiffening before

he finally said, “Rest for a

and made his way

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

out of bed, and swiftly made for

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

time

lift the covers, when he suddenly shot up, a

bed empty–Sherilyn was nowhere

“Sherilyn?”

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room, then the entire Golden Oak Manor, but she was Where to be found

his phone to

a ringtone

the living room sofa, her phone inside. She hadn’t taken it with

that wasn’t all.

her coat hadn’t been taken, her shoes were still at the

left wearing just a thin sweater and

regret quickly spread through

outside usually means relying on one, how

against his forehead, his fingers kneading in frustration.

the car, he had lost

soon, he realized–nothing had happened between