Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 514

Sherilyn frowned and waved a dismissive hand. "No thanks, I'm not drinking." There might be a bun in the oven, and certain things were now off-limits.

She even took Gilbert's drink away, "You shouldn't drink either."

"Mr. Johnson." Someone approached, all business acquaintances of Gilbert.

During the small talk, glances kept sneaking over to Sherilyn.

"Mr. Johnson, who's this lady? Haven't seen her with you before."

At that, Gilbert's expression turned chilly as he took Sherilyn's hand, about to say something when he felt a tight grip.

Sherilyn was holding onto his arm, touching her temple.

"Gilbert, I'm feeling a bit off."

"What's wrong?" Gilbert saw her pale face and immediately wrapped her in his arms. "Let's get you somewhere to sit down!" With a swift motion, he scooped her up.

"Hey!" Sherilyn's face flushed, caught between struggling and not daring to, "What are you doing? People are watching."

"Let them look." Gilbert frowned, utterly unconcerned.

"You're not feeling well, why should I care about them watching?"

Ignoring the curious and envious glances, Gilbert carried Sherilyn to a lounge area, setting her on a sofa.

"How are you feeling? Anything specific? Should we head to the hospital?"

"It's not that serious." Sherilyn managed a laugh, "I'm probably just a bit hungry."

They had come straight to the cocktail party without eating anything.

Gilbert had an epiphany, "Wait here, I'll grab us some snacks."

"Gilbert..."

"I know what you like." Gilbert grinned, "Don't worry."

Sherilyn paused, then smiled, "I meant to say, for the drink... just get me some milk. I don't feel like having alcohol or anything fizzy today."

"Got it." Gilbert kissed her cheek, "I'll be right back."

He left, and Sherilyn watched him go, feeling somewhat dazed.

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Gilbert would treat her this way...

"Sherilyn?"

Snapping back to reality, she looked up to see Edgar, both surprised and pleased, “Edgar."

Edgar smiled, gesturing to the seat across from her, "May I?"

"Of course."

Edgar sat down, glancing in Gilbert's direction, "He seems to take good care of you."

It wasn't a question, but a statement.

He had seen how Gilbert was with her, very attentive and caring.

Besides, he had heard a bit from his cousin Yates about how Gilbert was now very protective of Sherilyn.

Edgar sincerely added, "I'm glad to see you're doing well."

Standing up, he prepared to leave, should go before Gilbert comes back and gets the wrong

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quite overprotective of

"Yeah, take care."

As Edgar smiled and turned to leave,

"Edgar!"

Someone in the crowd waved at him.

Sherilyn instinctively followed the voice, and there was Yuna!

This time, Yuna saw her too. Looking puzzled from her to Edgar, Sherilyn knows Edgar?

How come? They seemed quite friendly; what was their relationship? Close friends?

Suddenly, panic and unease flooded her.

Edgar walked over, and Yuna, smiling, linked her arm with his.

"Who were you talking to? She's pretty, is she a friend of yours?"

"Yeah.” Edgar nodded, a flash of pain in his eyes, "A very, very good friend."