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..."

to continue packing when she got home the night before.

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

within him. She couldn't possibly be thinking of staying, could

forward. "What are you spacing out for? Get packing

okay." Sherilyn nodded blankly and

her forehead. It was burning hot! Even the air she exhaled felt like fire! She had a fever. It must have been from getting

some cold medicine. As she was about to take it,

or not she wanted to keep the baby was still uncertain, but as long as it was

stomach churned

her mouth, rushed into the bathroom, and clung to the toilet as she vomited profusely. When she finally stopped, she felt

water

low, slightly hoarse

coming up to hurry

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

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

Johnson." Gone was the usual affection in her voice. Sherilyn called him by his full