Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 14

Sherilyn was practically racing against time to return to Golden Oak Manor. Gilbert was nowhere to be seen. She thought it was perfect seizing the moment to use the restroom.

However, upon pushing the door open, there stood Gilbert in a state of undress, his torso bare

"Sherilyn!" Gilbert's voice was a low growl, his expression stormy as he quickly pulled on his shirt.

"I'm so sorry" Sherilyn blurted out, hastily shutting the door. How was she supposed to know he was in there? And why on earth was he using the downstairs bathroom?

Inside, Gilbert's face was a mask of annoyance, his eyes inadvertently flicking to his back. She couldn't have seen it, could she?

Shortly after, Gilbert emerged, fully dressed. He nodded toward a large box on the coffee table, instructing Sherilyn, "Go get changed

into this."

Sherilyn understood that it must be an evening gown. The Johnson family was throwing a party, and they wouldn't cut comers even if it were just for her.

"Okay" Nodding. Sherilyn picked up the box

that trailed to the ground. Given the occasion, she had applied some foundation, lightly done her eyebrows, and added a touch of

being short on cash, her job required her to maintain

minimal makeup, her natural beauty, accentuated by striking features, shone, making

of her. Her tall figure, smooth skin, and long hair tied

admit

she resembled a porcelain doll. Then, in her early twenties, she had shed her youthful awkwardness, blossoming into a

asked, "Did you see it

what?" Sherilyn looked genuinely puzzled, wondering what he

her reaction, she seemed unaware of his back. Without another word, Gilbert turned and led the way. "Follow

health, it was impractical to have her travel elsewhere. Fortunately, Sylvia's

Southern District Sanatorium, Sherilyn spent

beside her, Gilbert couldn't shake off a feeling of unease.

almost ominous. Had she concocted

Gilbert escorted Sherilyn to meet Sylvia, only to find

hand, saying. The session will take about half an hour. Why don't

Sherilyn replied with a gentle