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!"

gaze on Edgar was gentle yet firm, a silent plea for him not

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

at Gilbert's sleeve,

"Sherilyn?"

disdain, a chilling glint

voice softening into a

his embrace,

Edgar, it's better

watching them walk away,

Empty... powerless, and aching!

reaching out

you're lying to me, you're not okay... are

sight, the

been

over, not

injured arm needed attention. The hospital was

car door for Sherilyn and

the hospital." What? Gilbert's brows knitted together in frustration. Was she

in the wrong

really serious,

"You've hurt

serious. Now's not the

for this."

head, "I just don't want to go to