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!"

up, halting him. Her gaze on Edgar was gentle yet firm, a silent plea for him not

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

at Gilbert's sleeve, "Let's

"Sherilyn?"

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

his voice softening into a whisper meant for

his embrace, her gaze leaving Edgar

better this way

stood frozen, watching them walk away, a hollow

Empty... powerless, and aching!

himself unsteady, reaching out to steady himself

me, you're

sight, the

been solely for

over, not by a long

injured arm needed attention. The hospital was

the car door for

to life, Sherilyn spoke, "I'm not going to the

the

Gilbert looked really serious, barely holding back

hurt

be serious. Now's not

for this."

making a fuss." Sherilyn shook her head, "I just don't want to go