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

my life! If anything had happened to Sherilyn, what

Just then, Charles arrived.

waved him over, "This

"Mr. Gilbert."

"About time."

care. He's Sherilyn's lifesaver. Arrange the surgery

"Let's go."

his arm

the door,

at her with a slight smile,

Sherilyn couldn't help but laugh

hospital, she knew he was upset, but she hadn't expected him to do something so

tried to pull away, "You can go home

"Not coming with me?"

firmly held her, preventing her escape, "What, planning to spend the

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

"Charles is here!"

eyes narrowing, "I'll ensure he's seen by the best doctors, placed in

least you could

reasonable, at least let me wait until