Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Back to Golden Oak Manor.

The car came to a halt, and without waiting for Gilbert, Sherilyn pushed the door open and stepped out on her own.

Gilbert paused, a silent scoff escaping him, perplexed by her pride.

By the time he entered the living room, Sherilyn had already made her way upstairs. Gilbert, a step behind, paused as he passed the master bedroom but ultimately turned towards the study instead.

He had barely settled down when his phone rang.

It was Caroline.

"Hey?" Gilbert swiped to answer.

"Gilbert," Caroline began, just leaving the TV station, calling him from her car. "I went to the archives, you guys had already left... Everything okay with you and Sherilyn?"

Gilbert remained silent, offering no reply.

Seems like trouble?

Caroline hesitated before speaking, "I wanted to ask, is this a regular thing with Sherilyn and Edgar?"

Regular thing? As in, do they meet often?

Gilbert didn't respond, his expression growing even more irate.

"Gilbert..."

As if worried for him, Caroline cautiously continued, "I might be speaking out of turn, but for your sake, I have to bring this up..."

"Are you sure it was only this one time? What are the odds it happened just when we stumbled upon them?"

With a sigh, Caroline added, "I warned you from the start... She's not truly into you... I told you not to dive in headfirst..."

Before she could finish, Gilbert cut her off, "Caroline, it's late. You should head back and get some rest."

Then, he hung up.

"Gilbert?" Caroline, still holding her phone, couldn't help but smile slightly.

Had she lost to Sherilyn? Not necessarily.

Coming from a similar background, she had arrived at the Johnson family before Sherilyn.

If she wasn't happy, why should Sherilyn get to be?

Meanwhile, Gilbert, phone in hand, pondered over Caroline's call... Was Sherilyn really seeing Edgar often?

No, that couldn't be.

Since they got together, they'd hardly been apart.

But on second thought, it wasn't like she couldn't find any time at all...

Tormented by doubt, Gilbert massaged his temples.

Knock, knock, the study door echoed.

Sherilyn? Gilbert's lips curled slightly, she came looking for him?

If she was willing to apologize

properly and clear up her situati

with Edgar, he, being the bigger

, wouldn't hold it get

her.

"Come in."

Trying to hide his anticipation, Gilbert spoke calmly.

The door opened, revealing not Sherilyn, but the housekeeper. "Mr. Foster."

The housekeeper was there on behalf of Sherilyn, "Mr. Foster, did Ms. Gomez hurt herself? She asked me for some ice earlier, said she needed it for her arm. It looked swellen... Should we call a doctor?"

Her arm was swollen?

Gilbert's brows furrowed. "Alright, I got it."

As he stood up, he added, "I'll send you a bonus, same amount as last time."This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Thank you, Mr. Foster."

The housekeeper nodded gratefully, thinking to herself how much Mr. Foster cared for Ms. Gomez.

Previously when Ms. Gomez fainted,

she happened to be there and

helped get her to the hospi

Mr.

Foster had rewarded her generously for that.

And now, just for mentioning it, she was being rewarded again.

In this household, it seemed that taking good care of Ms. Gomez was paramount.

Gilbert made his way to the master bedroom.

The door was unlocked and swung open with just a simple twist.

Sherilyn was sitting at the vanity, applying an ice pack to her elbow. It was an awkward spot, requiring her to hold it up continuously.

Hearing the door, she looked up to find him entering.

Gilbert walked over directly, taking her wrist and lifting her arm higher.