Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Francis sighed, "Gil has crossed the line. I'll have a word with him. Let's head back home, alright?"

Sherilyn froze. Since Francis had spoken, she felt she really couldn't refuse. Most importantly, she wasn't ready to cut ties with Gilbert yet! "Gil."

Francis furrowed his brows, his voice deep and stern. "This is the first, and it will be the last time. Listen up! If you make Sherilyn cry again, I'll step in without her asking and ensure things between you two are over. Even if Grandma tries to intervene, it won't matter."

"Fran!" Gilbert shivered, his face tightening. He knew his brother well. Despite appearing calm, Francis was firm and detached, always sticking to his words!

Gilbert lowered his head, solemnly promising, "I won't, Fran. You can trust me."Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

After a moment, Francis looked at Gilbert and nodded. "Fine."

Then, he turned his wheelchair and left first. "Sawyer, let's go."

Sawyer followed closely, replying, "Yes, Mr. Francis."

...

"Sherilyn." Gilbert tentatively took Sherilyn's hand, kissing it gently. "Go home with me, will you? How can you stay here comfortably?"

Suddenly, Sherilyn felt exhausted. Already battered and bruised, a mix of despair and anger washed over her like a cold tide, leaving her suffocated and weak.

She closed her eyes, thinking, 'Just let it be. Let Gilbert have his way.'

She couldn't drive him away. Jenna was returning soon after her vaccination, and if she ran into Gilbert, that would be the end!

Gilbert bent down, carefully lifting her in his arms. "Let's go home."

When they stepped out of the building, snow was gently falling.

"Put me down! Let me go!" Suddenly, Sherilyn started hitting Gilbert, struggling in his arms.

"What's wrong?" Afraid she might hurt herself, Gilbert reluctantly set her down but didn't let go, still holding her close.

Sherilyn leaned on his shoulder, silently gazing toward the southeast. Following her gaze, Gilbert also looked in that direction, instantly becoming alert.

Edgar stepped out of his silver-gray

Porsche, looking more tired than usual, his limp more pronounced. Standing in the snow, he silently mouthed, "Sherilyn, are you alright?"

Suddenly, Sherilyn's eyes filled with tears. She understood what Edgar meant.

She stuttered, "I'm... fine. Go and forget me."

After saying that, she abruptly looked away. She didn't know if Edgar understood, but she couldn't bear to look at him any longer. Every glance was harming him!

"Gilbert." Sherilyn grabbed Gilbert's arm.

"I'm here!" Gilbert answered without hesitation.

Sherilyn shivered, "I'm so cold."

Hearing that, Gilbert immediately undressed his coat and wrapped it around her even though he'd

covered her with a blanket when et

they came down. Then, he held her tightly in his arms again. "Weltbe in the car soon. It's just a few steps. Hang in there."

He carried Sherilyn to the car, protecting her from the cold.

Even after several cars had driven away, Edgar stood there, watching the direction in which the Bentley had elegantly disappeared,

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remaining motionless. Edgar understood Sherilyn's words. Should he believe Sherilyn was okay seeing how tenderly Gilbert treated her? Edgar thought he should be happy for Sherilyn.

Yet, he lowered his gaze, murmuring in loss, "But what if I can't forget you?"

In the car, Gilbert held Sherilyn, both silent.

He had seen the exchange of glances between Sherilyn and Edgar, knowing she had never looked at him that way! It seemed Sherilyn still held a place for Edgar in her heart.

With the snow, traffic was sluggish. At the crossroads, the car stopped.