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

happened to Sherilyn, what would I have done?" Edgar forced a smile, somewhat sheepishly, "No need for thanks, Gilbert. Sherilyn and I are friends; I

Just then, Charles arrived.

waved him

"Mr. Gilbert."

"About time."

your care. He's Sherilyn's lifesaver. Arrange the surgery and the nursing... only the

"Let's go."

his arm around Sherilyn,

Sherilyn was shocked as she was almost yanked out the door, staring at him in disbelief, "Where are we

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

couldn't help but laugh

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

tried to pull away, "You can go home if you want,

"Not coming with me?"

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

her face paling, "Edgar 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 time like

"Charles is here!"

doctors, placed in the best ward, and cared for by the best nurses.

least you

reasonable, at least let me wait until his