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.

let him touch her? Because of

life! If anything had happened to Sherilyn, what would I have done?"

Just then, Charles arrived.

him over, "This

"Mr. Gilbert."

"About time."

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

"Let's go."

wrapped his arm around

almost yanked out the door, staring at him in

looked at her with a slight smile,

Sherilyn couldn't help but laugh in

at the hospital, she knew he was upset, but she hadn't expected him to do

"You can go

"Not coming with me?"

preventing her escape, "What, planning to spend the night here?

He's waiting for surgery. It's only right, morally and emotionally, that

"Charles is here!"

doctors, placed in the best ward, and cared for by

the least you

managed a strained smile, "Be reasonable, at least let me wait until his surgery is