Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 361

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."

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.

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 they came down. Then, he held her tightly in his arms again. "We'll be 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, 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.