Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 155

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Chapter 155 

But she was his woman! 

He never hit a woman, let alone his own woman! Anger surged in his chest like wildfire. Gilbert suddenly raised his fist and slammed it down hard. 

Sherilyn closed her eyes, bracing for pain. 

But instead of hitting her, there was a loud ‘thud‘ as his fist landed on the back of the seat. What just happened? 

“Get out!” 

Before she could even ask, Gilbert turned away from her, his voice cold and commanding. “Leave!” 

“Oh, okay!” 

With those words, Sherilyn didn’t linger for a moment. She hurriedly pushed open the car door and scrambled out. 

Watching her retreating figure shrink in the distance, Gilbert was silent, merely adjusting his forehead in frustration. 

Damn, she got away again! Did she think she could just run off like that? 

The next day, Sunday. 

Gilbert got up a bit late and, as he descended the stairs, he could faintly hear laughter from the living room. 

He didn’t go over, instead asking Cara, “Who’s here?” 

“Oh, it’s Mr. Ferguson.” Cara brought over his breakfast. “Your breakfast, Mr. Gilbert.” 

“Thanks.” 

After taking a sip of coffee, Gilbert stood up. What did that rascal Edgar want? “Hey, Mr. Gilbert, aren’t you eating?” 

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Chapter 155 

“In a bit.” 

Gilbert walked towards the living room. 

There, Edgar had just shown Sylvia some gifts. 

“It’s some tea and supplements. I don’t really know much about it, but my mom said it’s all top–notch, just what you need right now.” 

“Indeed.” Sylvia smiled and nodded, “These are indeed top–notch. Thank your mother for me, and thank you for making the trip.” 

“No problem.” Edgar smiled shyly. “As long as you like it.” 

He glanced at his watch, seemingly casual, “Sylvia, it’s the weekend. Is it just you at home?” 

Hmm? 

Sylvia, sharp as ever, immediately sensed Edgar’s hidden meaning. She smiled warmly, “Well, there are others at home. Who are you asking about?” 

Edgar, bashful, suddenly found himself at a loss for words. “Nobody, just asking.” 

“Oh.” Sylvia chuckled, “Only Gilbert is home. I guess you didn’t want to see 

him.” 

Hearing that only Gilbert was home, Edgar couldn’t hide his disappointment. Though he came on his mother’s behalf, he had hoped, perhaps, Sherilyn would be around on the weekend. 

To be rejected by her, he wasn’t ready to give up. 

“Hehe.” Sylvia led him on, “Who did you want to see? Was it Sherilyn?” 

Edgar was caught off guard by the sudden question. He choked on his own 

saliva.