Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 459

"Sherilyn."

At the sound, both heads turned in unison.

Striding over with his long legs, Gilbert approached, eschewing a suit for a light cashmere sweater.

His face wore a smile, but his demeanor was distant and cold.

A jolt ran through Sherilyn, and she stood up. "You're here."

"Gilbert." Edgar, supporting his arm, nodded with a smile.

Gilbert lifted his arm, taking Sherilyn's hand and naturally pulling her into his embrace.

He gently touched her face.

In a soft voice, he said, "Got a bit of a scare, didn't you? You, always taking risks without thinking. It's just a watch, an external possession. If it's gone, it's gone. Why chase after it? Let me see, did you get hurt anywhere?"

His tone was intimate, unabashed by the company they kept.

"I'm fine. It's Edgar who got hurt," Sherilyn frowned, uncomfortably turning her face away.

Gilbert's fingers paused, and his gaze darkened a shade.

Wouldn't let him touch her? Because of Edgar?

He withdrew his hand, subtly changing the topic to Edgar, "Tonight, we owe you one. You saved my life! If anything had happened to Sherilyn, what would I have done?"

Edgar forced a smile, somewhat sheepishly, "No need for thanks, Gilbert. Sherilyn and I are friends; I just happened to be there..."

Just then, Charles arrived.

Gilbert waved him over, "This way."

"Mr. Gilbert."

"About time."

Pointing at Edgar, Gilbert instructed Charles, "Mr. Ferguson is in your care. He's Sherilyn's lifesaver. Arrange the surgery and the nursing... only the best."

"Yes, Mr. Gilbert."

"Let's go."