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?

the topic to Edgar, "Tonight, we owe you one. You saved my life! If anything had happened to Sherilyn, what would I have done?"

Just then, Charles arrived.

him over, "This

"Mr. Gilbert."

"About time."

your care. He's Sherilyn's lifesaver. Arrange the surgery and the nursing... only the best." "Yes,

"Let's go."

giving his instructions, Gilbert wrapped his arm around

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

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

couldn't help but laugh

was upset, but she hadn't expected

pull away, "You can go home if

"Not coming with me?"

to spend the night here? Pining

got hurt because of me. He's waiting for surgery. It's only right, morally and emotionally, that I can't just leave at a

"Charles is here!"

"I'll ensure he's seen by the best doctors, placed in the best ward, and cared for by the best

least you

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