Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 304

Sherilyn wanted to say that while he could help her with a glass of water, a trip to the bathroom was beyond his assistance.

But she dared not object. After all, his intentions were genuinely good this time.

Words were about to escape her lips.

"Shut up!" Gilbert, sensing her about to speak, cut her off impatiently. "I don't need your gratitude. Just rest!"

He slung his legs over the edge of the bed, closed his eyes, leaned back into the chair, and took a moment for himself.

Now, Sherilyn finally had a moment to really look at him.

What happened to him? Where did he come from?

She had noticed it earlier—Gilbert had a bandage wrapped around his head. That much she could see.

Was he injured? A head injury? Did he have injuries elsewhere on his body?

What brought him to Crestwood, and how did he get hurt? Was he at the RED Dance Troupe show last night?

But he wasn’t even into modern dance…

Before she could figure it out, the doorbell rang!

Gilbert's eyes snapped open, and with agile speed, he stood up and walked to the door.

"Who's there?"

He didn't open the door right away but peeked through the peephole instead.

A shiver ran down his spine—outside stood Adela, accompanied by Edgar!

In that moment, Gilbert knew—Adela's intentions were clear!

That cunning old fox, Adela!

First, she had used her tricks on Sherilyn, sending thugs to fuck her, and now she had brought Edgar to 'witness the scene'!

Oh, what a heartless move! To dissuade her son, she wouldn't hesitate to drive a dagger into his heart!

Gilbert turned swiftly to look at Sherilyn on the bed.