Whispers Turn

That day, in Sylvia’s hospital room, she smiled at Yates like that. Then, Gilbert only glimpsed her profile, but Yates saw quite the scene. 

When seeing her in such a dazed state, Gilbert’s gaze darkened as he stared at her for seconds. “Do you know who I am?” 

Could it be that she mistook him for Yates and smiled at him? Right, it was also Yates who brought her back. With that thought, his handsome face clouded over even more. 

“You?” However, Sherilyn looked at Gilbert’s gloomy, handsome face and chuckled softly. “I know who you are. You’re Gilbert Johnson, Gil,” 

Instantly, Gilbert felt a lump in his throat, his eyes reflecting her rosy, radiant cheeks. 

She was drunk. Otherwise, she wouldn’t call Gilbert ‘Gil‘. That nickname was what she used when she first arrived at the Johnson family. 

But to be this drunk and still recognize him brought an inexplicable joy to Gilbert, his armi lifting as he reached out to her with a low, husky voice, “Why are you drinking? Come on, get up.” 

“No!” As his arm stretched toward her, Sherilyn showed that wary look again, shaking her head in refusal. “Don’t touch me!” 

“Hey.” Yates couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Sherilyn’s got her guard up pretty high. She knows not to let a man touch her even when drunk.” 

“Shut up.” Gilbert glared at him. “I haven’t settled things with you yet. What did you get her to drink?” 

“Me?” Yates was at a loss. There was no explaining this, “My bad, what do we do now?” 

What to do? Gilbert was also troubled. It was great for a girl to be careful, but Sherilyn. was exceptionally so. He thought for a moment, then reached for his necktie, pulling it loose and drawing it out, wrapping one end around his hand. 

At the other end, he offered to Sherilyn, “Hand up.” All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“What are you going to do?” Sherilyn crossed her arms over her chest, unyielding. 

Gilbert was at his wit’s end. “I won’t touch you. I’ll tie your hand, and you follow me, okay? Aren’t you sleepy? I’ll take you to bed.” 

“Oh, sleepy.” Slow to react, Sherilyn hesitantly extended her right hand. 

Gilbert took the other end of the tie, secured it around her wrist, and tugged at it to ensure it wouldn’t come loose. 

Standing up, he announced, “Okay, let’s go.” 

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“Oh.” She followed behind him, obedient and soft. 

Gilbert deliberately slowed down to match her pace, occasionally looking back to ensure she was okay before moving forward. 

Behind him, Yates was stunned. “The sun rising from the west?” 

He couldn’t believe the arrogant Mr. Gilbert showing such patience. 

Gilbert had Charles prepare a room just across the hallway from his. 

He led Sherilyn inside, letting go of the tie on his end as soon as they entered. Sherilyn seemed unable to stand firmly, tumbling down onto the couch. Slumped over, she seemed too sleepy to keep her eyes open. 

Gilbert frowned at her. “Don’t sleep here. Go to bed.” 

“No, no need!” Hearing his voice, Sherilyn suddenly opened her eyes, shaking her head and waving her hands. “The couch is fine. I don’t want to get your bed dirty.” 

Gilbert’s brows furrowed deeper at that, his voice deep and husky, “Am I that harsh?” 

She wasn’t a beggar, nor did she have a contagious disease. What smell could she possibly have? 

“Yes!” Sherilyn tilted her head, nodding earnestly. “You might not see it, but you dislike me, I know.” 

Gilbert tried to say something. “Sherilyn…” 

“Heh.” Sherilyn curled up on the couch, closing her eyes, “I’ll sleep here. It’s fine.”