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

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?" Edgar forced a

Just then, Charles arrived.

him

"Mr. Gilbert."

"About time."

your care. He's Sherilyn's lifesaver. Arrange the surgery

"Let's go."

Gilbert wrapped his arm

shocked as she was almost yanked out the door, staring at him

looked at her with a slight

Sherilyn couldn't help but laugh in

he was upset, but

to pull away, "You can go

"Not coming with me?"

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

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

least you

reasonable, at least let