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..."

continue packing when she got home the night before. But she felt unwell and

colder. "You have all day to do nothing, and you

surged within him. She couldn't possibly be

her forward. "What are you spacing out

nodded blankly and hurried

those few steps, she broke out in 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 fever. It must have been

to her room and get some cold medicine.

and couldn't take the medicine! Whether or not she wanted to keep the baby was still uncertain, but as

stomach churned

to the toilet as she vomited profusely. When she finally stopped,

the tap, rinsed her mouth, and splashed water

slightly

Gilbert coming

entering, he saw she hadn't finished packing. "Sherilyn, where are you? Come

wiped her face and stepped out of the bathroom. With

Sherilyn called him by his full name. "Can I,