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.

him touch her? Because of

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 smile, somewhat sheepishly,

Just then, Charles arrived.

him over, "This

"Mr. Gilbert."

"About time."

Gilbert instructed Charles, "Mr. Ferguson is in your care. He's Sherilyn's lifesaver.

"Let's go."

wrapped his arm around

she was almost yanked out the door, staring at

slight smile, his tone

help but laugh

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

tried to pull away, "You can go home

"Not coming with me?"

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

of me. He's waiting for surgery. It's only right, morally

"Charles is here!"

doctors, placed in

least you

managed a strained smile, "Be reasonable, at least let me wait until his surgery is