Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

When seeing Sherilyn on the couch, Gilbert's charming green eyes narrowed in displeasure. "Why didn't you answer the door?"

'Because I didn't have the strength.' Sherilyn thought to herself silently.

But she didn't explain but only shook her head. She knew that any explanation was just an excuse in his eyes.

When someone dislikes you, even your breathing seems to bother them.

Sherilyn felt uncomfortable and asked directly, "What brings you here?"

He didn't even want to see her, did he?

"Hmph, you think I actually wanted to be here?" Gilbert's disdain for her was palpable as he gave her a cold look. "Grandma sent me to ensure you got on your flight!" Oh, so that was it.

Sherilyn's heart sank. What was she still hoping for?

"Where's your luggage? Upstairs?" Gilbert was growing impatient. To him, every extra moment in this place, every additional glance at Sherilyn, was a torment!

Sherilyn nodded, then shook her head. "It's upstairs, but I haven't finished packing..."

got home the

"You have all day to do nothing, and you can't

dazed expression, anger surged within him. She

snapped, urging her forward. "What are you spacing

okay." Sherilyn nodded blankly and

a cold sweat. Something was off. She felt her forehead. It was burning hot! Even the air she exhaled felt like fire! She had a

and get some cold medicine. As she was about to take

couldn't take the medicine! Whether or not she wanted to keep the baby was still uncertain, but as long as it was in her womb,

stomach churned

covered her mouth, rushed into the bathroom, and clung to the toilet as she vomited profusely.

and splashed water on her face,

low, slightly

Gilbert coming up to hurry

hadn't finished packing. "Sherilyn, where

her face and stepped out of the bathroom. With a pale complexion, her

Gilbert Johnson." Gone was the usual affection in her voice. Sherilyn called him by his full name. "Can I, can I possibly leave tomorrow