Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



For Francis, this was indeed fantastic news!

After discussing it with Sawyer, Francis gave his order.

"Get a suite ready at Rosewood Mansion, just in case."

"Yes, Mr. Francis."

...

Back at Golden Oak Manor.

Gilbert laid Sherilyn down on the bed, saying gently, "Rest for a bit. I've called for a maid and a caregiver; they'll be here shortly." "Okay." Sherilyn nodded.

He had postponed his work for half a day because of her; it was time for him to head to the office.

"You go on."

Also, at this moment, she wasn't quite sure how to face him.

"Okay." Gilbert didn't argue. "Once the maid and caregiver arrive, I'll leave."

"Here..." Sherilyn frowned, pointing to his forehead. "Why haven't you taken care of this?"

"Uh? Oh."

After she pointed it out, Gilbert realized he had totally overlooked it and said, "It's just a small cut, no big deal."

He casually grabbed a tissue and wiped off the blood.

Looking at the wound, Sherilyn frowned. "At least disinfect it and put on a band-aid."

"But I can't see it." Gilbert gave her puppy eyes, "Could you possibly help me out?" Alright then.

Sherilyn nodded, agreeing to it.

He had saved her once again today. If he hadn't been so persistent, Yuna might have succeeded in her plans.

With her consent, Gilbert happily fetched a first-aid kit.

His forehead wound wasn't deep, in fact, it only needed a simple dab with an iodine swab before applying a band-aid.

"All done."

It wasn't a big deal and was quickly taken care of.

Gilbert touched it and praised, "You did a great job."

Sherilyn Was speechless.

Really? Sometimes she thought, Mr. Gilbert could be heartless to the point of horror! Yet at times, he seemed as innocent as a child... What kind of man was he, really?

Soon enough, the caregiver and maid arrived.

"Okay, got it." Sherilyn nodded, watching him leave, her eyes suddenly dim and lost.

Because of her shoulder injury, Gilbert disagreed with Sherilyn going to the dance company.

Sherilyn explained to him, "The company is on a break from performances. I'm just overseeing the junior class, there's not much for me to do." Gilbert was still hesitant, "But can you promise not to dance?"

"I promise."

"Alright then."

Even though Sherilyn tried to appease him, she was getting a bit annoyed.

"Can you stop nagging? I'm going to get calluses in my ears from listening to you!"

"Gilbert! Enough already?" Sherilyn clenched her fist.

"Okay, I'll stop." Gilbert zipped his lips.

As Sherilyn turned and jogged into the dance company.

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The more she heard, the more annoyed she became. Sherilyn quickened her pace. How had she never noticed Mr. Gilbert could be such a nag before?