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?

to Sherilyn, what would I have done?" Edgar forced a smile, somewhat sheepishly, "No

Just then, Charles arrived.

waved him over,

"Mr. Gilbert."

"About time."

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

"Let's go."

giving his instructions, Gilbert wrapped his arm around Sherilyn, turning to

as she was almost yanked out the door, staring at

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

couldn't help

moment he arrived at the hospital, she knew he was upset, but she hadn't expected him to do

to pull away, "You can go

"Not coming with me?"

"What, planning to spend the night

a tightness in her chest, her face paling, "Edgar got hurt because of me. He's waiting for surgery. It's only

"Charles is here!"

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

the least

smile, "Be reasonable, at least let