Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?
Chapter 304

Sherilyn wanted to say that while he could help her with a glass of water, a trip to the bathroom was beyond his assistance. But she dared not object. After all, his intentions were genuinely good this time.

Words were about to escape her lips.

"Shut up!" Gilbert, sensing her about to speak, cut her off impatiently. "I don't need your gratitude. Just rest!"

He slung his legs over the edge of the bed, closed his eyes, leaned back into the chair, and took a moment for himself.

Now, Sherilyn finally had a moment to really look at him.

What happened to him? Where did he come from?

She had noticed it earlier-Gilbert had a bandage wrapped around his head. That much she could see.

Was he injured? A head injury? Did he have injuries elsewhere on his body?

What brought him to Crestwood, and how did he get hurt? Was he at the RED Dance Troupe show last night?

But he wasn't even into modern dance...

Before she could figure it out, the doorbell rang!

Gilbert's eyes snapped open, and with agile speed, he stood up and walked to the door.

"Who's there?"

He didn't open the door right away but peeked through the peephole instead.

A shiver ran down his spine-outside stood Adela, accompanied by Edgar!

In that moment, Gilbert knew-Adela's intentions were clear!

That cunning old fox, Adela!

First, she had used her tricks on Sherilyn, sending thugs to fuck her, and now she had brought Edgar to 'witness the scene'!

Oh, what a heartless move! To dissuade her son, she wouldn't hesitate to drive a dagger into his heart!

Gilbert turned swiftly to look at Sherilyn on the bed.

What should he do now?

If he opened the door and exposed all of Adela's doings in front of Edgar, then Sherilyn and Edgar's relationship would remain unaffected, perhaps even grow stronger!

But what if he didn't?

What if he played into Adela's scheme, only this time, he became the man 'fucking' Sherilyn!

That way, Adela's plan would succeed... Edgar and Sherilyn would part ways!

Once the thought emerged, it grew rapidly, consuming his mind!

Why did he come back?

He hadn't forgotten. He was here to steal Sherilyn back!

Ignoring the doorbell, Gilbert's gaze darkened as he walked back to Sherilyn, suddenly bending down, his arms bracing on either side of her.

Sherilyn was startled. What was he up to?

"Sherilyn." Gilbert lifted his hand, gently resting it on her shoulder.

"What?" Sherilyn suddenly felt uneasy, her voice trembling as she looked up at him. "What are you trying to say?"

Gilbert's voice low and filled with a burning intensity.

"I'm sorry, Sherilyn... I apologize."

Then, with a flick of his fingers, he tore open Sherilyn's blouse.

The sound of fabric tearing filled the air!

Sherilyn's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. "What are you doing?!"

What was he doing?

Of course, Gilbert knew. But was there anything he couldn't do? For her, he had nearly lost his life!

Standing here today was sheer luck! But yesterday, he was indeed ready to die for her!

If he desired her so much that he was willing to risk his life... then, what was so wrong in taking what he wanted, no matter how dishonorable it seemed?! Gilbert stood up, reaching for his neck to unbutton his shirt, one button at a time.