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? Because

saved my life! If anything had happened to Sherilyn, what would I have done?" Edgar forced a smile, somewhat sheepishly, "No need for thanks, Gilbert. Sherilyn and I are friends; I just happened

Just then, Charles arrived.

him over,

"Mr. Gilbert."

"About time."

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

"Let's go."

giving his instructions, Gilbert wrapped his

yanked out the door, staring at him in disbelief, "Where

slight smile, his tone

Sherilyn couldn't help

the hospital, she knew he was upset, but

pull away, "You can go home

"Not coming with me?"

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

"Edgar got hurt because of me. He's waiting for surgery. It's only right, morally and emotionally,

"Charles is here!"

rebuttal was logical, his eyes narrowing, "I'll ensure he's seen by the best doctors, placed in the best ward, and cared for by the

the least you

reasonable, at least let me wait until