Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Gilbert eyed her warily, his hand inching forward in an attempt to grasp hers. But once again, Sherilyn dodged his reach.

"Sherilyn?"

A flash of cold frustration sparked in Gilbert's eyes. "Don't you get it? Am I out to get you or something?"

"No..." Sherilyn shook her head, raising her hand. While he had stepped away for just a moment, she had already wrapped her hand with a handkerchief, albeit hastily. Now, she was much more composed.

Facing Gilbert, whose face darkened with anger, she said, "It looks worse than it is, really. I’m fine, thanks for your help." Her tone was cool and distant.

Rejected over and over again, Gilbert wasn't even sure if he was used to it by now, but surprisingly, he didn't grow angrier. Instead, a sense of helplessness washed over him. Yet, he refused to leave.

"Don't talk nonsense! Since I’ve stumbled upon this and even lent a hand, there's no way I'm leaving you here by yourself..." He paused, shooting her a pointed look. "Where's Edgar? What kind of boyfriend is he, missing at a time like this?"

Sherilyn fell silent. She couldn't exactly say that Edgar wasn't really her boyfriend; she couldn't boss him around as if he were.

Gilbert lifted his chin. "Call Edgar, get him here!"

How could Sherilyn possibly do that?

"Do it now!" Gilbert, oblivious to her hesitation, furrowed his brows and urged, "You have two choices. Come with me, or get Edgar here, right now!"

Was there really a choice to be made? Between the two options, Sherilyn naturally chose the latter. "Alright."

Under Gilbert's imposing gaze, Sherilyn dug out her phone from her bag and dialed Edgar's number.

"Hello?" Edgar picked up almost immediately. "Sherilyn? What's up?"

His voice carried a hint of joy. Feeling guilty, Sherilyn mustered her courage. "Where are you? Can you, maybe, come pick me up?"

"Of course!" Edgar didn't hesitate. "Where are you? I'll be right there!"

"I'm at...Platinum Pearl Club, by the main entrance."

"Got it," Edgar hurriedly said. "Wait for me, I’ll be right there!"

"Okay."

Worried Gilbert might pick up on something, Sherilyn refrained from over-thanking him since, after all, couples shouldn’t be too 'polite' with each other.

After hanging up, Sherilyn turned to Gilbert. "Edgar will be here soon."

"Mm." Gilbert nodded, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it up, and taking a deep drag. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Sherilyn blinked. Was he... not leaving? As if reading her mind, Gilbert turned slightly, exhaling a smoke ring before explaining.

"I'll leave once Edgar gets here."

Really...? Sherilyn was taken aback. Could the usually bossy Mr. Johnson actually be this thoughtful?

What surprised her even more was that Edgar arrived in no time.

"Sherilyn!"

Edgar jogged up to her. "So soon?" Sherilyn was astonished; it had only been a few minutes since she hung up.

Edgar explained, "I was also at Platinum Pearl Club..." Having dinner with a few clients, he had apologized and rushed over immediately after her call.

Sherilyn felt bad. "I interrupted your work."

"It's nothing, work is never done..."

Behind them, Gilbert grew impatient, cutting them off. "Enough with the chit-chat. Can't you see what's important here?"

"Gilbert." Edgar had spotted him earlier but hadn't gotten around to greeting him. Besides, why was Gilbert here with Sherilyn?