Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

She whipped around, glaring at him with a mix of anger and frustration. "Mr. Gilbert, so it's do as I say, not as I do, huh?"

"What?" Gilbert was in the midst of buckling her into the seatbelt.

"Didn't catch that?"

Sherilyn tilted her head back, locking eyes with him in a confrontational stare. "You can ditch me in the middle of our date to run off to your darling's side! And I can't even wait for a friend to come out of surgery?"

Gilbert's eyes flickered, taken aback. "You're blaming me?"

"No!" Sherilyn shook her head, clearly disagreeing. "I'm talking about fairness! I didn't stand in your way of looking after your sweetheart, so please don't stand in mine of being there for a friend, alright?"

"A friend?"

Gilbert gripped her wrist, a sardonic tone coloring his voice as he chewed over the words. "You and Edgar just met. I've known Caroline for years. You're comparing Edgar to Caroline? He's not even in the same league!"

With a scoff, he released her hand.

"Look at you, yelling at me over an ex-boyfriend, telling me he got stabbed tonight for you, making you fantasize about him again!"

What? Sherilyn was flabbergasted, speechless. How could someone be so unreasonable! He's a lunatic, plain and simple!

Sherilyn turned her head away, closing her eyes in frustration, refusing to look at him any longer.

Feeling guilty,

gaze coldly and started the

the tension thick

the car door unlocked, Sherilyn immediately opened her eyes, pushed the door open, and stepped out without a

to respond

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was chilly, his tone casual yet piercing. "Go ahead, I won't stop

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laugh was faint and cold, and

to see

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clothes, took a

Gilbert

short, leaving his neck sore and his back aching from a night of uncomfortable sleep. Checking his phone, there

out to him all