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

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

Just then, Charles arrived.

him over, "This

"Mr. Gilbert."

"About time."

Sherilyn's lifesaver.

"Let's go."

wrapped his arm around Sherilyn, turning

was almost yanked out the door, staring at

looked at her with a slight smile, his tone

Sherilyn couldn't help but

she knew he was upset, but she hadn't expected

"You can go home if you

"Not coming with me?"

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

me. He's waiting for surgery. It's only right, morally and emotionally, that I can't just leave

"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

least

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