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

"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, "No need for thanks, Gilbert. Sherilyn and I are friends;

Just then, Charles arrived.

him over,

"Mr. Gilbert."

"About time."

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

"Let's go."

his instructions, Gilbert wrapped his arm

was shocked as she was almost yanked out the

looked at her with a slight smile, his

help

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

can go home if you want, but

"Not coming with me?"

her, preventing her escape, "What, planning to spend

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

"Charles is here!"

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

the least you could

strained smile, "Be reasonable, at least