Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 31

"Think it over. If you feel uncomfortable, I'll cover the cleaning bill," Sherilyn said.

Gilbert was at a loss for words. That's not what he meant at all!

Sherilyn didn't want to engage further, her patience wearing thin. "I'm tired. I only want to shower and head to bed," she retorted, her pace quickening as she moved away from him. Gilbert frowned, his concem morphing into frustration as he involuntarily followed her.

He noticed Sherilyn entering the bathroom, a suitcase stationed at the door. She pulled out some fresh clothes and the toiletry bag, her movements efficient yet somehow weary Gilbert's frown deepened, an involuntary step bringing him closer "So, this is how you've been living these past few days?" he questioned, his voice laced with disbelief. Clutching her clothes, Sherlyn nodded.

"What?" Gilbert couldn't believe his ears. "What's the deal? You've got a nice room but chose to rough it out here? What's going on in head?"

Keeping her head down, Sherilyn avoided the question. "Can I take my shower now?!

"Hold on." Suddenly, a thought struck Gilbert.

your

"Ha." A smirk played on Gilbert's lips, a glint of realization sparking in his eyes. "Are you trying to play the sympathy card here? Do you think I'd go easy on you by acting like this? Sherilyn, haven't you given up yet?"

did he mean

"You think I'm trying to gain sympathy to salvage our

his head. "A spoiled girl who grew up in the comforts of the Johnson

Comforts? Hardship?

worry, I've signed the divorce

mocking. "I'd advise you not to

overt

he

only response. She knew she had to find a

move out

his hair, his fingers brushing his

memory prompted him to search the medicine cabinet, where he found a brand-new,

a while, he took the ointment and went

at her phone on the couch, the bank app open, showing a

quickly hid her phone. "is there something

enjoy making yourself miserable, I won't

and tapped it, pointing at her arm, "For the