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

wrong. I'm

Gilbert's

"Sherilyn?"

disdain, a chilling glint in his eyes, "You heard her.

a whisper meant for lovers, "As you wish, let's

into his embrace,

it's better this

them walk away, a

Empty... powerless, and aching!

reaching out to steady himself against

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

of sight, the

display had been

wasn't over, not by

arm needed attention.

car door for Sherilyn and

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

the wrong today, after

really serious, barely holding

"You've hurt your

serious. Now's

for this."

shook her head,