Whispers Turn

“What’s wrong?” 

The middle–aged man was puzzled, unable to understand why she was so resistant, as if he was going to harm her. 

“Sherilyn, I won’t hurt you… I am…” 

“No, no! Let go. Don’t touch me…” Sherilyn shook her head, terror mounting in her eyes, but her strength was no match for the man’s. 

The more she resisted, the firmer he held on. “Sherilyn, what’s the matter? Are you feeling unwell?” 

“Let her go!” 

Just when Sherilyn started to sweat profusely and the situation seemed to worsen, someone arrived. 

It was him. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

The afternoon sun was overly intense, casting his handsome and profound features into a somewhat dreamlike quality. 

He reached out and grasped the middle–aged man’s wrist. His cufflinks, made of exquisite platinum, peeked out from under his suit sleeve. Even in such a rough gesture, there was an air of elegance. 

“Gilbert…” Sherilyn murmured, hardly believing it was him. 

“Yeah, I’m here.” 

Her voice was so soft, yet Gilbert heard every word. It even felt like there was a hint of reliance on him in her voice. His heart inexplicably softened… 

Gilbert’s gaze shifted to the middle–aged man. 

“I told you to let go, didn’t you hear?” 

“You…” 

When the middle–aged man realized who he was, he released her in shock. “Mr. Gilbert?” 

Gilbert let out a light scoff and dismissed him. “You know who I am and you dared to 

touch Mrs. Johnson? Get lost!” 

Without another word to the man, Gilbert hurried over to Sherilyn. 

She seemed to be in shock, her face completely pale, devoid of any color, even her lips had lost their rosiness. 

10:23 

“Sherilyn?” 

Gilbert frowned, thinking to himself that Sherilyn must really be sick. 

It wasn’t the first time. Every time a man touched her, or he himself did, she would react this way! 

He remembered she didn’t have this issue in the past. 

Back when they were newlyweds, they shared a bed, and although it wasn’t exactly harmonious… she used to cling to him quite a bit. 

What happened now. 

Seeing that she could hardly stand, Gilbert intended to support her, but as soon as he lifted his hand, Sherilyn stepped back. 

Gilbert paused, his frown deepening. “I won’t touch you, just tell me, are you okay? Can you walk?” 

“Yeah.” 

Sherilyn nodded weakly, her voice barely a whisper. “I’m fine, thank you.” 

Her formality somehow didn’t sit well with Gilbert. 

She was never like this with him. Back then, being polite around him was something just didn’t understand. 

she 

Gilbert gestured towards the roadside. “My car’s over there, where do you need to go? I’ll drive you. 

“No…” 

“No arguments!” 

Predicting her response, Gilbert cut her off. “I promised Grandma I’d take care of you, and I intend to keep that promise! How can I leave you like this?” 

Sherilyn stared at him, speechless. 

There were times she was in worse shape, and he didn’t bother to help. 

“Fine.” Sherilyn, tired of arguing, nodded. “Thank you, then.” 

Gilbert’s expression softened slightly. “Let’s go.” 

“Okay.” 

They walked side by side, maintaining a distance of an arm’s length between them. 

In the distance, the middle–aged man watched quietly, his brow furrowed. He had left, but not gone far. 

2/3 

Watching Gilbert and Sherilyn walk away, he was puzzled. 

He knew they were once husband and wife, but also knew their relationship was strained. Four years ago, Sherilyn was left by Gilbert abroad! 

So, Sherilyn had returned. 

Were she and Gilbert still together?