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..."

packing when she got home the night before. But

have all day to do nothing, and you can't even pack

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

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

Sherilyn nodded blankly and

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 from getting

and get some cold

and couldn't take the medicine! Whether or not she wanted to keep the baby was

Her stomach

into the bathroom, and clung to the toilet as she vomited

mouth, and splashed water on her face, trying to lower her scorching

low, slightly hoarse voice sounded

Gilbert coming up to hurry

she hadn't finished packing. "Sherilyn, where

face and stepped out of the

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