Whispers Turn

Chapter 303 

Sherilyn was utterly baffled. 

Why on earth was Gilbert here? And did he ever speak nicely? Such a prince with a nasty attitude! 

Yet, Francis, another gentleman of high standing, never acted like this, nor did Edgar! 

Sherilyn let out a faint, mocking laugh. His bad temper was directed at her alone, wasn’t it? 

Despite everything, he had just saved her. That was a fact. 

Struggling to steady herself, Sherilyn tried to pull away from Gilbert. “Thank you for just now, I…” 

“What ‘I‘?” 

Gilbert’s grip on her waist was firm as he smirked disdainfully. 

“Trying to push me away? Can you even stand on your own?” 

Sherilyn was speechless 

Probably not. She thought. 

“Why are you glaring at me?” 

Looking into her eyes, Gilbert chuckled, “Was it something nasty I said?” 

Sherilyn stiffened. He heard? 

He actually heard? Did he know about what Adela had done to her? 

When had he appeared? 

“Alright then.” 

The next moment, Gilbert effortlessly lifted her in his arms, sighing with a reluctant tone. 

“Since I’ve already involved myself, I might as well go all the way–where’s your room?” 

Was he really being kind? 

Sherilyn was doubtful, but feeling too weak to stand, she ended up giving him her room number. 

Murmuring a low “thank you,” she added, “I appreciate it.” 

“Mhm.” Gilbert accepted her thanks without any formality, “Glad you recognize it.” 

Reaching the room, Gilbert set Sherilyn down, fished out the room card from her purse to unlock the door, and then carried her inside. 

He moved quickly to the bed, placing her down gently and with care, making sure not to mess her hair, concerned it might be uncomfortable for her. 

Then, he pulled the covers over her. 

After finishing, he didn’t leave right away but stood by the bed, examining her expression closely. 

Frowning, he asked, “How are you feeling?” 

“I…” Sherilyn furrowed her brows, assessing herself, and honestly replied, “I feel utterly drained.” 

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“Huh?” Sherilyn was confused and nodded, “Yes, that’s all.” 

What else should she be feeling? 

“Okay.” 

Gilbert seemed relieved. It appeared that the substance Adela used was only meant to sap Sherilyn’s strength, similar to a sedative. 

Not as sinister as the drugs used in certain unsavory establishments. Even so, it was detestable! 

Had he not come back just in time, considering the scoundrel from earlier, would Sherilyn have been able to resist?! 

A high society lady like Adela, putting someone’s life at risk for her son’s sake! Thinking this, Gilbert’s face clouded over with a serious gloom. 

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Sherilyn, catching his mood, grew a bit apprehensive. In a soft voice, she asked, “Aren’t you leaving?” 

“Where should I go?” Gilbert snapped back, his anger peaking. “With you in this state, someone could just come and whisk you away!” 

It was hard to say. If Adela’s plan failed once, she might well try again! 

Sherilyn, sensing his sudden outburst, was getting used to it… Fine, let him do whatever he wants. 

The room fell into a sudden silence. 

Gilbert realized his tone had been harsh. 

“Cough.” He coughed awkwardly, searching for words. “Well, you said you’re feeling weak, right? What if you need a drink or have to go to the bathroom?” 

He pulled a chair to the bedside, sitting down, “I’ll be the good guy to the end, wait till you’re feeling better, then I’ll leave.”