Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Rebecca?" Sherilyn's voice was a mix of shock and delight.

Ever since Rebecca White got discharged from the hospital, Sherilyn hadn't seen her, "How have you been? Are your eyes..."

Before she could finish, another voice interrupted from the other end of the call.

"Ms. White, what are you doing?"

"Ah..."

Rebecca let out a soft gasp, too hurried to say anything more before the call abruptly ended.

"Rebecca? Rebecca?"

Sherilyn was bewildered. Why did Rebecca call if she wasn't going to say anything?

The entire ordeal lasted less than ten seconds!

Phone still in hand, Sherilyn's brows furrowed in concern.

"What's wrong?" Gilbert, indifferent to Rebecca's situation, hated seeing Sherilyn upset.

"Something wrong with your friend?"

Sherilyn looked up, the worry evident on her face.

Perhaps it was because Gilbert was the only one around, or maybe it was because he had been pretty decent to her lately, but subconsciously, she felt he was someone she could trust.

Without overthinking, she blurted out, "Can you trace a blocked number?"

She handed him her phone, showing the call log.

"Rebecca just called me, but the number was hidden."

Gilbert didn't quite get it, "But you know it was Rebecca, right?"

"I feel like something's not right," Sherilyn's mind was a mess, "I'm worried Rebecca might be in danger."

"Why would you think that?"

Gilbert knew the basics about Rebecca's situation, "Wasn't she taken in by her grandfather? How could she be in danger at her grandfather's place?" Sherilyn frowned, questioning.

"Then why would she call me from a hidden number? And her voice... it sounded odd."

"Was she crying? Asking for help?"

"No, not that," Sherilyn shook her head, "but she seemed panicked..."

Another voice on the call, perhaps a household servant, carried an unnerving mix of threat and oppression.

It was right after this voice that the call was hastily cut.

Did Rebecca end the call? Or was it that servant?

Was Rebecca in some kind of trouble?

"The only lead I have is this hidden number. Can you help me check it out..."

As she spoke, Sherilyn suddenly stopped.

Had she taken him for granted? Her tone was as casual as if she was asking him to fetch her a glass of water.

Gilbert

intenas smirking, his eyes , you're becoming prel

teasing, as he said,

bold with me, aren't you?"

Uh... Sherilyn felt a bit awkward. "I mean, if it's not too much trouble... could you help out?"

"How could I not?"

Qu

Gilbert raised an eyebrow, his smile deepening

as he leaned in close whispering, "In front of his "In front of his girlfriend,

when does a guy ever say no?"

Sherilyn blushed, caught off guard.

Their relationship, it seemed, was slowly changing...

Back at Golden Oak Manor, eager to prove his worth, Gilbert enveloped Sherilyn in his arms as soon as they entered, sealing their reunion with a deep, lingering kiss.

"Gilbert..."

Sherilyn struggled for a moment, "Let's eat something first."

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But Gilbert wasn't having it. He needed to make up for the lost weekend time.

Between kisses, he murmured her name, "Sherilyn, Sherilyn..."

By the time they paused, Sherilyn was famished.

He carried her out of the bathroom, and she bit his shoulder in mock frustration.

"Ouch!"

Pretending to be hurt, Gilbert teased, remembering something, "What, still hungry? Round two?"

Sherilyn, now utterly exasperated, grabbed his hair, "Keep it up, and I'll make you bald!"