Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Sherilyn."

At the sound, both heads turned in unison.

Striding over with his long legs, Gilbert approached, eschewing a suit for a light cashmere sweater.

His face wore a smile, but his demeanor was distant and cold.

A jolt ran through Sherilyn, and she stood up. "You're here."

"Gilbert." Edgar, supporting his arm, nodded with a smile.

Gilbert lifted his arm, taking Sherilyn's hand and naturally pulling her into his embrace.

He gently touched her face.

In a soft voice, he said, "Got a bit of a scare, didn't you? You, always taking risks without thinking. It's just a watch, an external possession. If it's gone, it's gone. Why chase after it? Let me see, did you get hurt anywhere?"

His tone was intimate, unabashed by the company they kept.

"I'm fine. It's Edgar who got hurt," Sherilyn frowned, uncomfortably turning her face away.

Gilbert's fingers paused, and his gaze darkened a shade.

touch her?

subtly changing the topic to Edgar, "Tonight, we owe you one. You saved my life! If anything had happened to Sherilyn, what would I have

Just then, Charles arrived.

waved him

"Mr. Gilbert."

"About time."

Ferguson is in your care. He's Sherilyn's lifesaver. Arrange the surgery and the nursing...

"Let's go."

giving his instructions, Gilbert wrapped his

as she was almost yanked out the door, staring at him in disbelief,

looked at her with a slight

Sherilyn couldn't help but laugh in

the hospital, she knew he was upset, but she hadn't

to pull away, "You can go home if you want,

"Not coming with me?"

to spend the night here?

hurt because of me. He's waiting for surgery. It's only right, morally and emotionally, that I can't just leave at a

"Charles is here!"

his eyes narrowing, "I'll ensure he's seen by the best doctors, placed in the best ward, and cared

the least

a strained smile, "Be reasonable, at least let me wait until