Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Hearing the noise, Sherilyn and Edgar froze, simultaneously turning their heads to look.

Gilbert? Sherilyn was surprised. What was he doing here at this time?

"You're here? Let's step outside to talk..."

Instinctively, Sherilyn pushed Edgar behind her, taking a step forward to shield him. Given their past encounters, she feared Gilbert might lash out at Edgar. This instinctive protective gesture deeply infuriated Gilbert.

"Heh."

Gilbert chuckled darkly, advancing step by step. "Talk outside? Let's talk right here. What exactly are you two up to?"

"I..."

Before Sherilyn could finish, Gilbert suddenly reached out, pushing her aside and swiftly grabbed Edgar by the throat.

"Ugh!"

Edgar tried to fight back out of instinct, but Gilbert was too strong for him, pushing him back until he was trapped against the conference table. "Edgar!"

Sherilyn's face turned pale with shock, and she rushed forward, desperately trying to pull Gilbert's arm away.

"Gilbert, calm down!"

cheating on me, and you

tempestuous storm in his eyes ready to

what's mine? You've got guts! I just wonder if your skills

how ruthless he could be; Edgar

back with you... Can we talk about this

her words only seemed to needle

narrowed his eyes, looking at her tear-streaked face, his palm cradling her cheek, fingers tracing the tears spilling from the corners of her eyes. He scoffed. "Who are you

his

time, she yelled, "Edgar,

"Gilbert, Edward, Elliot!"

syllable of

breaking through his

this? How

jerk, he

"Ah..."

he intended to hurt her. He just wanted her to let go, to stop her from

Sherilyn stumbled back, barely managing to catch

horror, her elbow slammed

stars, eliciting

a nerve in both

simultaneously halted, turning their attention to