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

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

short on cash, her job required her to maintain a basic makeup

her natural beauty, accentuated by striking features, shone,

sight of her. Her tall figure, smooth skin, and long hair tied up showing off

admit

had shed her youthful awkwardness, blossoming into

Gilbert asked, "Did you see

genuinely puzzled, wondering what he

unaware of his back. Without another word, Gilbert turned and led

travel elsewhere. Fortunately, Sylvia's quarters at the sanatorium

Sanatorium, Sherilyn spent the

a feeling of

remembered a time when Sherilyn would chatter endlessly around him, a constant source of annoyance. At this moment, her silence seemed almost ominous. Had she concocted a

Sylvia, only to find Sylvia undergoing her

take about half an hour. Why don't you mingle and

Sylvia," Sherilyn replied