Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?
Chapter 348

He swept her off her feet and into the car in one swift motion.

As the car door slammed shut, it felt like a hammer blow to Sherilyn's heart. She nervously bit her lip, "Where are we going?"

Gilbert didn't answer, nor did he glance her way.

Starting the car, he floored the accelerator, and the speedometer needle jumped to its peak.

Sherilyn was puzzled, observing the route through the window; they were headed towards Golden Oak Manor.

He was driving too fast, but thankfully, early in the snowy morning, the roads were clear, and they arrived in no time.

The car darted into the driveway, aiming straight for the garage.

With a screech, he braked hard, the tires sparking against the pavement.

Seeing his darkening profile, Sherilyn's heart sank. She unbuckled her seatbelt, barely opening her mouth.

"Gilbert, I-"

Before she could finish, she was pinned down to the car seat.

In the next instant, the backseat clicked, flattened out with her on it, and he loomed over her.

"What are you doing?" Sherilyn's eyes widened in fear.

"I can't wait any longer!" Gilbert reached towards her neck. "Didn't you say there was nothing between you and Edgar? Fine, I'll check for myself! Right now!"

What? Sherilyn was shocked, instantly understanding his implication.

"No, stop!" Sherilyn shook her head, pushing against his chest, trying to fend him off. "Get off! I don't want this!"

"Don't want it?" Blinded by jealousy, Gilbert was beyond reasoning.

"Why not? It's not like we haven't been here before... Oh, saw your ex and now you're suddenly the virtuous woman? You were with him last night? So, I'm off-limits now? You're keeping yourself for him?" What nonsense was he spouting?

Sherilyn's face went pale with anger, shaking with emotion, she suddenly slapped him hard, "Bastard! Gilbert, you're a bastard!"

"I'm the bastard?" Gilbert, struck by her slap, burned with even greater fury. "Yeah, I'm the bastard! In your eyes, I'll never measure up to Edgar!"

"Yes!"

Sherilyn screamed, her eyes bloodshot.

"Edgar is better than you! A true gentleman, open and honest, can you even compare? You're not worthy!"

Gilbert lifted his fist, but it hovered mid-air, clenched tightly, never landing.

"Ha!" He laughed, a sinister sound.

"Yeah, I'm not worthy! I'm nothing compared to Edgar, but what can you do? You're mine now!"

With that, he crushed his lips against hers.

"Ah!" Sherilyn winced in pain.

This was no kiss; it was a bite! Was he trying to tear her apart, consume her whole?

The confined space of the car made it impossible for Sherilyn to escape, and she lacked the strength to push him away.

"Let go... please..."

But the man, like a beast out of control, couldn't hear her pleas, nor could he stop himself.

Pain overwhelmed Sherilyn, a sensation she had never experienced before, as though she was being split in two or run over by a heavy-duty vehicle. Amidst it all, flashes of memories crossed her mind...

Sherilyn closed her eyes, too weak to resist any longer.

"Sherilyn, Sherilyn," Gilbert murmured her name over and over, his fingers threading through her hair with a possessive, haunting tenderness. "You're mine, all mine!"