Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Was she taking her anger out on him?

“What does this have to do with me…” Gilbert almost blurted out in frustration. Could it really be his fault they couldn't be together?

But as the words were about to escape his lips, he locked eyes with Sherilyn's piercing gaze, and suddenly, he found himself unable to argue.

Yes, it was his fault. The biggest 'blemish' on her was one he had caused! Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Hmph.” Sherilyn scoffed, her gaze icy as she stared him down. “It's you!”

Then she remembered those four years in Crestwood, and her Jenna.

In a burst of emotion, she grabbed his tie. “Why do you have to be so horrible? Why can't you just leave me alone even after we're divorced?”

After their marriage fell apart, it seemed almost impossible for her to find love again!

To her, that wasn't the end of the world. Love wasn't a necessity. With Jenna by her side, she could have been happy!

But then Edgar appeared…

He didn't care about her past, didn't mind that she was an orphan. He went out of his way to get her back into the dance troupe, showing her such care…

For the first time in her life, she felt truly valued by someone—yet, she had caused him harm!

Sherilyn glared at him, her eyes beginning to redden, a mist of tears forming.

Gilbert was taken aback, seeing her genuine tears for the first time.

Any anger he had was extinguished by her tears.

Gilbert stood there, not daring to move, even bending slightly to match her height so she wouldn't have to stretch to hold his tie. He reached into his pocket for a handkerchief. “Yes, it's my fault.”

Offering her a handkerchief, he comforted, “Please don't cry… You like Edgar so much, don't worry. With me, with the Johnson family backing you, he wouldn't dare to leave you…”

“What are you planning?” Sherilyn’s eyes widened with tears. “Don't mess around! I don't need your help with my matters!”

“What did I do now?” Gilbert's frustration was rising again, but it deflated under Sherilyn's stern gaze.

He sighed, conceding defeat. “Fine, I won't meddle. Is that better?”

Did he really want to be involved? It was like being bitten by an ungrateful dog!

If he meddled in her affairs again, he might as well be a pig!

Gilbert glanced around. “It's hard to get a taxi here. Get in the car, I'll drive you home. I won't meddle in your affairs anymore!”

Suddenly, he turned away.

Behind him, Sherilyn brushed her hair back and then covered her eyes.

Ahead, Gilbert turned back to urge her to hurry. “Come on! What are you doing?”

But he was puzzled when he saw her covering her eyes.

Should he intervene or not?

He walked back to her and asked softly, “What's wrong with your eye?”

“I don't know.” Sherilyn kept her eyes covered, shaking her head. “Maybe an eyelash fell in, or some dust.”

“Let me see…”

Gilbert reached out to her face.

Sherilyn instinctively resisted, but Gilbert wouldn't have it. “Stop moving! What are you afraid of? Am I going to eat you?”

He pried her arm away, forcibly opening her eyelid. Muttering, “Even if I ate people, I'd choose someone plumper! Do you even have any meat on you for me to bother?”

Sherilyn was speechless. Why did he have to be so frightening?

“I see it, don't move, I'll just blow on it…”

“All better.”

Once the coolness hit her eyelid, Gilbert let go, looking at her anxiously. “How's that?”

Sherilyn blinked, moving her eyes around and trying to open them. “It's better… Thank you.”

Gilbert's lips curled into a smile, visibly relieved. “No problem.”