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!"

spoke up, halting him. Her gaze on Edgar was gentle yet firm, a silent plea

Gilbert, "You've got it wrong. I'm fine

Gilbert's sleeve, "Let's

"Sherilyn?"

Gilbert's snort was laced with disdain, a chilling glint

at Sherilyn, his voice softening into a whisper meant for lovers, "As you wish,

embrace,

it's better this way for

them walk away, a hollow pain burgeoning in his

Empty... powerless, and aching!

unsteady, reaching out

you're lying to me, you're not

of sight, the warmth on Gilbert's face

had been

not by a

arm needed attention. The hospital was their next

car door

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

the wrong today, after

Gilbert looked really serious, barely holding back

"You've hurt your arm,

Now's

for this."

a fuss." Sherilyn shook her head,