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

on, unsure. "You

spoiled girl who grew up in the comforts

Comforts? Hardship?

cold and detached, "Don't worry, I've signed the divorce

her, his voice slow and mocking. "I'd advise you not to play any more

overt

he

a cold laugh her only response. She knew she had to find a

move out

master bedroom, after a shower, Gilbert paused while drying his hair, his fingers brushing his lips as

search the medicine cabinet, where he found

took the ointment and went

app open, showing a balance that offered little

quickly hid her phone. "is there something wrong? Is it

enjoy making yourself miserable, I won't

bent down, placing the ointment on the coffee table, and tapped it, pointing at her arm, "For