Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Scheme?" The word caught Gilbert off guard, his expression as stormy as a tempest at sea. "What 'scheme' are you talking about?" "What, indeed?"

Edgar's lips curled in scorn. "Got the guts to do it but not to own it, Gilbert? I'm clued in, you know. That whole drama at Crestwood! Sherilyn had nothing to do with you... it was you... you orchestrated the whole thing!"

Crestwood?

If Edgar hadn't brought it up, Gilbert probably would've forgotten about that whole thing.

He knows the truth?

"Oh..."

Realization dawned on Gilbert as he glanced at the woman in his arms.

No wonder they were in tears earlier, clinging to each other. Mourning their unforgettable past, were they? How touching!

"Yeah, I set it all up, so what?"

Chin up, eyelids half-drooping in defiance, Gilbert retorted, "You planning on taking her back?"

A flicker of resolve crossed Edgar's face, "Give her back to me!"

"Ha." Gilbert's eyebrows danced in amusement, a scoff escaping him, "You think you're up to it? Sort out your own mess first!"

"I..."

"Edgar!"

Her gaze on Edgar was gentle yet firm, a silent

got it wrong. I'm fine with him, he's not mistreated

Gilbert's

"Sherilyn?"

disdain, a chilling glint

into a

nodded, leaning into his embrace, her gaze leaving Edgar

better this

stood frozen, watching them walk away, a hollow pain burgeoning in

Empty... powerless, and aching!

unsteady, reaching out to steady himself against

to me, you're not okay...

the warmth on

had been

over, not

attention. The hospital was

opened the car door

life, Sherilyn spoke, "I'm not going to the hospital." What? Gilbert's brows knitted together in frustration. Was she picking

was in the wrong today,

looked really serious,

hurt your arm,

Now's not

for this."

fuss." Sherilyn shook her head, "I just don't