Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

After their fierce sex, Gilbert looked down at the petite woman in his arms. Her eyes were stubbornly shut, refusing to meet his gaze. Her eyes were red and swollen, tears still clinging to her lashes.

Was she crying out of physical pain, or was it for someone else? The thought made his gaze turn cold.

"Let's get out of the car."

He released her, got out first, then walked around to the passenger side and lifted her into his arms.

In that moment, Sherilyn shivered in his hold.

Gilbert noticed, his eyebrows knitting together in concern, "What's wrong?"

No response came from Sherilyn, just a shake of her head.

He might have guessed the reason; his earlier loss of control and roughness must have hurt her.

Quickening his pace, he carried her from the garage back into the house, laying her down on the master bedroom's bed.

He reached out to straighten her messy hair, but Sherilyn turned her face away, avoiding his touch.

Gilbert paused, his motion stiffening before he reluctantly withdrew his hand.

After a moment, he finally said, "Rest for a bit, I'll go run a bath."

He stood up and made his way to the bathroom.

As soon as the sound of water filling the tub started, Sherilyn opened her eyes, a thick layer of mist clouding her vision, her eyes reddened. Fearing he might return at any moment, she threw back the covers, got out of bed, and swiftly made for the door, opening it and leaving the room. After preparing the bath and grabbing some pajamas from the walk-in closet to leave in the bathroom, Gilbert returned, intending to carry Sherilyn. "Sherilyn, it's time to..."

He had just sat down, about to lift the covers, when he suddenly shot up, a cold sweat breaking out all over.

He lifted the covers to find the bed empty-Sherilyn was nowhere to be seen. Where could Sherilyn have gone?

"Sherilyn?"

Gilbert immediately searched the room, then the entire Golden Oak Manor, but she was nowhere to be found.

He grabbed his phone to call her.

Immediately, a ringtone sounded.

Following the sound, he saw Sherilyn's purse still on the living room sofa, her phone inside. She hadn't taken it with her!

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Gilbert

been

the

noticed her coat hadn't

her shoes were still at

missing was only a

pair of indoor slippers!

So, Sherilyn had left wearing just a thin sweater and indoor slippers?

Panic and regret quickly spread through him.

Without her phone, in a time when stepping outside usually means relying on one, how could she manage? Gilbert abruptly closed his eyes, pressing a hand against his forehead, his fingers kneading in frustration. Back in the car, he had lost control at first.

But soon, he realized-nothing had happened between Sherilyn and Edgar last night.

He was a man, and a man with a girlfriend at that; such things were clear to him after just one embrace.

It was he who had misunderstood Sherilyn.

But then, he truly lost control. He couldn't understand why, after so many years of indifference, facing Sherilyn now made it so hard for him to keep in check.

And then, there was Sherilyn's constant comparison... claiming he was nothing like Edgar!

Thus, this mess ensued.

Sherilyn was right; he truly was a jerk!

But that was beside the point. Right now, the most important thing was to find Sherilyn!

Gilbert immediately went to the

study and accessed the house's

Sherilyn had left less than tel

security cameras, seeing that,

minutes ago.

Indeed, she was only wearing a base layer sweater, hugging her shoulders as she rushed out of the gate into the cold.

Gilbert's heart sank, and he closed his eyes tightly. Where could Sherilyn go?

She didn't have many friends in Sunhaven; she must have gone back to Serenity Street.

Without delay, Gilbert grabbed his car keys and drove out into the snowstorm.