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

you one. You saved my life! If anything had happened to Sherilyn, what would I have done?" Edgar forced a smile, somewhat

Just then, Charles arrived.

waved him over, "This

"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 arm around

the door,

looked at her with a slight smile, his tone light,

help but laugh

she knew he was upset, but she hadn't expected him

away, "You can go home if you want,

"Not coming with me?"

her escape, "What, planning to spend the night here? Pining over your ex-boyfriend, feeling sorry for

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

"Charles is here!"

by the best doctors, placed in the best

the least you

least let me wait