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

anything had happened to Sherilyn, what would I have done?" Edgar forced a

Just then, Charles arrived.

waved him over,

"Mr. Gilbert."

"About time."

Ferguson is in your care. He's Sherilyn's lifesaver.

"Let's go."

Gilbert wrapped his arm around Sherilyn, turning

Sherilyn was shocked as she was almost yanked out the door,

looked at her with a slight smile, his tone

Sherilyn couldn't help but

the moment he arrived at the hospital, she knew he was upset, but she

"You can go home if you

"Not coming with me?"

to spend the night here? Pining over your

her face paling, "Edgar got hurt because of me. He's waiting

"Charles is here!"

his eyes narrowing, "I'll ensure he's seen by the best doctors, placed in the best ward, and cared for by the best nurses. Isn't

least

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