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

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 a basic

makeup, her natural beauty, accentuated

smooth skin, and long hair tied up showing off her

had to admit Sherilyn

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

off-guard, Gilbert asked, "Did you see

looked genuinely puzzled, wondering

back. Without another word, Gilbert turned and led the way.

was 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

the Southern District Sanatorium, Sherilyn spent the journey gazing

her, Gilbert couldn't shake off a feeling of unease. The silence was

silence seemed almost ominous. Had she concocted a new scheme? Gilbert shook his head and figured it wasn't worth fussing over. She had signed the divorce papers. Their separation was

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

about half an hour. Why

course, Sylvia," Sherilyn replied with a