Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 558



Arriving at the Golden Oak Manor, Gilbert was wrestling with how to gracefully scoop Sherilyn out of the car with one arm when she stirred awake on her own.

Blinking her eyes open, she murmured, "Are we here already? Why didn't you wake me?"

Gilbert couldn't help but chuckle, "Seems like you woke up just at the right time. My arm's a bit out of commission; let me just hold your hand instead."

He extended his hand to Sherilyn, helping her out of the car as they walked together toward the house.

"Hmm..."

As they entered, Sherilyn inhaled deeply, "Wow, what's that amazing smell? Is Fidelia cooking up some stew?" "Ms. Gomez, Mr. Johnson, it's oxtail soup."

Sherilyn pulled Gilbert to sit down, pointing at his arm, "Perfect, you could use some nourishment yourself."

"Sure thing," Gilbert replied with a smile.

"By the way,"

During dinner, Sherilyn broached a subject, "Could you maybe not have Abel tailing me anymore?" "Hmm?" Gilbert raised an eyebrow, not immediately responding.

"Let him stay with you."

Sherilyn glanced at his arm, "If Abel had been there today, you wouldn't have gotten hurt."

"Worried about me?"

Gilbert took her hand, gently squeezing it in his.

"Yeah." Sherilyn pursed her lips, nodding, "Getting slashed with a knife is terrifying, isn't it?"

"Don't be scared."

Gilbert stretched his arm, pulling her onto his lap, his palm resting on her belly.

"Don't worry, for you and the kids, I'll be fine."

Sherilyn couldn't shake the feeling that Gilbert might be facing some tough challenges.

She wanted to leave him, that was true, but he was the father of her children. Even if they were to live apart, she hoped they both could still lead happy lives.

After some thought, she asked, "What did your brother tell you? Who was that person who attacked you?"

"Just a madman."

Gilbert held her, spooning soup to her lips, "Just some resentment towards the wealthy. Allen caught him on the spot and took him to the station. Don't worry." Content

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"Oh." Sherilyn felt a wave of relief. "But still, keep Abel close by. I don't need a bodyguard, and having him there would really put me at ease." She wrapped her arms around his neck, negotiating.

"My life is pretty straightforward, you just need to drop me at the TV station and pick me up in the evening. Is that okay, please?"

Unable to resist her coaxing, and frankly, unable to withstand her charm, he conceded.

"I suppose I could agree."

Gilbert offered her a piece of meat, suddenly saying, "Just don't meet Edgar again."

Sherilyn paused, then cupped his

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face, "Listen, I'm only going to say this once... I've only met Edgar that one time, believe it or

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"I believe!"

Gilbert's eyes softened, holding her hand, “I believe! As long as it's you saying it, I believe."

Something seemed to click for him, narrowing his eyes, "So, were you just talking nonsense before, to spite me?"

"Hmph!" Sherilyn huffed, turning her face away, "Who asked you to be so mean the moment you arrived?"

"Ha." Gilbert laughed softly, "My bad, but think about it, was it right to say those things?"

Sherilyn lowered her head, leaning on his shoulder.

Was that her way of admitting she was wrong?

Gilbert didn't press further, "Alright, it's all in the past now. Let's not bring it up again."

"Mhm." Sherilyn's voice was soft and tender.

Gilbert sighed inwardly, relieved... After all the turmoil, Sherilyn was still his Sherilyn, and they were destined to last forever!

That night, while Gilbert was showering, Sherilyn dialed Joyce Cooper's number.

"Transferring assets, selling off the property and real estate?"

"Yes," Sherilyn said, "I don't know any lawyers, so I have to trouble you again."Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

"Sneaky!" Joyce teased, “Being

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