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?

my life! If anything had happened to Sherilyn, what would I have done?" Edgar forced a smile, somewhat sheepishly, "No

Just then, Charles arrived.

him over,

"Mr. Gilbert."

"About time."

Sherilyn's

"Let's go."

instructions, Gilbert wrapped his arm around

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

looked at her with a slight smile,

couldn't help but laugh

the hospital, she knew he was

pull away, "You can go home

"Not coming with me?"

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

because of me. He's waiting for surgery. It's only

"Charles is here!"

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

the least

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