Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

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Sherilyn feared the worst, worried they might come to blows.

“You’re asking for it!” As expected, Gilbert swung his arm the next second, landing a powerful punch on Edgar. The force knocked Edgar straight to the ground.

“Edgar!” Sherilyn was terrified, anger and anxiety bubbling inside her.

But the two men didn’t care about her worries at the moment. Though down, Edgar got back up quickly, launching a counterattack with a swift uppercut aimed at Gilbert.

Bam! Sherilyn couldn’t see where the punch landed, as Edgar’s back was to her, and she didn’t care. But then, the fight escalated, with punches and kicks flying between them.

Sherilyn watched, her heart in her throat, concerning Edgar’s safety. She might not know how to fight, but she could tell Edgar was starting to lose ground.

“Ugh...” A groan escaped Edgar as he got pinned to the ground by Gilbert.

“Trying to steal my girl?” Gilbert’s eyes were bloodshot, a hint of madness in his glare. “Over my dead body!”

That was a side of Gilbert Sherilyn had never seen before! As he raised his fist again, Sherilyn thought he might kill Edgar right there!

“Stop it!” Fear be damned, Sherilyn rushed forward, throwing herself before Edgar.

Gilbert’s raised fist, ready to strike, froze mid-air, trembling with restrained force.

“Move!” His voice was a growl, a stark command that echoed with intensity.

“No!” Sherilyn turned, her gaze fierce. “You want to hit someone? Hit me! I don’t want you! I love Edgar! Go ahead. Kill me!”

“Sherilyn?”

Was she this protective of Edgar? To the point of risking her life? Gilbert’s breath hitched. Even back in the days when she used to hover around him, Sherilyn was never this intense.

“What about me?” Gilbert couldn’t hide his resentment, “All this time, you never considered me once?”

“That’s right!” Sherilyn didn’t hesitate, her response firm and decisive.

Gilbert was stunned, rooted to the spot like a statue.

“Edgar?” Ignoring Gilbert, Sherilyn tried to help Edgar up, checking his injuries. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just...” Edgar attempted to reassure her but couldn’t hide the pain.

Sherilyn freaked out. “Fine? You call this fine?”

Edgar’s lip broke, with blood flowing freely, and his jaw was starting to bruise. And that was just what she could see. What about the injuries she couldn’t?

“Come on. Let me get you up.” Sherilyn held Edgar.

“Okay.” With Sherilyn’s help, Edgar slowly got to his feet, “Ouch.”

Suddenly, he clutched at his stomach.

“What’s wrong?” Sherilyn’s face tightened. “Did he hit you in the stomach?”

Edgar shook his head, trying to downplay the pain. “It’s nothing serious...”

“How can it be nothing serious?” Sherilyn was frantic, blaming herself for Edgar’s injuries. She whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

Edgar tried to comfort her, “Sherilyn...”

Supporting him, Sherilyn insisted, “Let’s go. You need to see a doctor.”

“It’s not that bad.” Edgar tried to reassure her.

“It is.” Sherilyn stood her ground. But as they tried to head out, there was Gilbert blocking their way, like an immovable wall.

“Move.” Sherilyn didn’t even look at him, her voice cold.

Gilbert paused as if struck by an invisible force, frozen in place.