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

the ground. Given the occasion, she had applied some foundation, lightly done her eyebrows, and added a

cash, her job required

beauty, accentuated by striking features, shone, making her

sight of her. Her tall figure, smooth skin,

had to admit Sherilyn

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

"Did you see it

Sherilyn looked genuinely puzzled, wondering what

unaware of his back. Without another word, Gilbert turned

impractical to have her travel elsewhere. Fortunately, Sylvia's quarters at the sanatorium included a private courtyard with a lawn, making it an ideal location for an intimate

to the Southern District Sanatorium, Sherilyn spent the journey gazing out of the window,

shake off a

of annoyance. At this moment, her silence seemed almost ominous. Had she concocted a new scheme? Gilbert shook his head and figured it wasn't

arriving. Gilbert escorted Sherilyn to meet Sylvia, only to find

an hour. Why

Sylvia," Sherilyn replied with