Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 693



The moment the hospital room door snapped shut, Gilbert's handsome face turned stormy, his hands clenched in silent fury.

Charles glanced at his brooding expression and frowned, guilt washing over him.

"Mr. Gilbert, I messed up," he admitted, his voice laced with regret.

Edgar had outmaneuvered them, reaching Sherilyn first and putting Gilbert at a disadvantage.

But could Gilbert really blame Charles? Or even Edgar?

Far from it. In fact, he owed Edgar a debt of gratitude. If it hadn't been for him, Sherilyn's fate might have been dire.

Gilbert closed his eyes tightly, the thought of losing Sherilyn dwarfing any rivalry with Edgar.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

"It's okay," Gilbert finally said, his jaw set. He shook his head slightly, his gaze fixed on the hospital room door. "We'll just have to wait."

After all, Sherilyn was safe now, and that was what mattered most.

But did Sherilyn... have feelings for Edgar all along? Despite never reciprocating Gilbert's affections, it seemed she had a soft spot for Edgar. And now, after Edgar had risked his life for her...

Could it be that Sherilyn would choose Edgar over him?

...

Inside the hospital room.

Sherilyn lay still on the bed, an oxygen mask covering her face. At the sound of footsteps, she slowly opened her eyes.

"Sherilyn," Edgar whispered, treading softly to her bedside, his voice gentle to avoid startling her.

"How are you feeling?"

Sherilyn attempted to speak, but Edgar quickly intervened, "Don't talk. The nurse said you're too weak for conversation. Just blink or nod, okay?"

...

Sherilyn managed a small smile, a silent assurance that she was okay, that the danger had passed.

"That's good to hear," Edgar's voice

getting the better of him. He reel

slightly, his emotions

out, taking her hand in his.

"I was terrified, Sherilyn. But you're safe now, thank God."

He chuckled, "The nurse mentioned you were calling out for me?"

Sherilyn nodded silently.

"Worried about me, huh?" Edgar's eyes glistened with unshed tears, touched by her concern. "I'm fine... see? In one piece."

Sherilyn's gaze drifted to his arm, remembering how he had used it to shield her from harm.

"Your arm?" Edgar guessed her concern, showing her the bruise. "Ah, it hurts a bit!"

He laughed it off, "I almost forgot about it with all the worry for you."

Sherilyn frowned, obviously concerned.

"Don't

squeery," Edgar reassured her,

ét

her hand gently. "I'll get it

looked at soon. I was just worried about you to care,

esent

Sherilyn's frown deepened, urging him to take care of it immediately.

"Okay, okay," Edgar chuckled. "I'll have it treated right away, promise."

He let go of her hand, his smile fading slightly.

"Sherilyn, Gilbert's outside, wanting to see you. The nurse said to keep it quiet, let us in one at a time. I came first." Gilbert...?

Sherilyn's expression turned

perplexed, a mixture of shock and

confusion filling her eyes. Why was he here? What could possibly bring to her side now?

him

Perhaps, Caroline didn't need him at the moment...

So he could spare a moment for her? That seemed just like Gilbert.

Silent and still, Sherilyn couldn't voice her thoughts, leaving Edgar wondering what was on her mind.