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? Because

withdrew his hand, 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 done?"

Just then, Charles arrived.

waved him over,

"Mr. Gilbert."

"About time."

at Edgar, Gilbert instructed Charles, "Mr. Ferguson is in your care. He's Sherilyn's lifesaver. Arrange the surgery and the nursing... only the best." "Yes,

"Let's go."

his instructions, Gilbert wrapped his arm around Sherilyn, turning

out the door, staring at him in disbelief, "Where are we

looked at her with a slight

help but laugh

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

away, "You can go

"Not coming with me?"

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

her chest, her face paling, "Edgar got hurt because of me. He's waiting for surgery. It's only right, morally and

"Charles is here!"

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

least you

reasonable, at least let me wait