Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 42

Gilbert fell silent, his mood visibly darkening, thinking Sherilyn was giving him attitude.

Patience was not one of his virtues, and he was on the verge of storming out. But then, he glanced at the medicine in his hand. What could he do? He was in the wrong.

Taking a few steps forward, he bent down and put the medicine on the coffee table. He looked at Sherilyn's retreating figure, instructing her, "Got the meds for you. The instructions are on the box. Make sure you take them."

Sherilyn didn't move or respond. In the dim light, her silhouette seemed particularly frail,

Gilbert frowned, wondering if she had always been so thin. Recalling when he carried her earlier that day, she felt as light as a feather in his arms. Sherilyn was too thin, much too thin.

Suddenly, he felt a twinge of pity. His lips parted as he said awkwardly. "About today, I got it wrong. I forgot today was your grandma's memonial. The overpass at Wind Bridge collapsed, and I only just found out about it. I'm sorry"

It took him a while to get all that out. His tone had always been impatient with Sherilyn, annoyed even. The calm, almost humble voice was a first for him.

Yet, Sherlyn remained unresponsive.

Gilbert wondered, "Asleep? You can't sleep yet. You need to take your medicine..

Looking at the coffee table, he realized there was no glass of water,

Feeling guilty, Gilbert took it upon himself to say. "Wait here. I'll get you water"

He tumed and headed into the kitchen. Soon after, he returned with a glass of water, bent down, and placed it on the table.

"Sherilyn, I know you're not asleep. Cool down. Get up and take your medicine. You passed out from the pain. You must take your medicine."

He accidentally knocked something off the table as he set down the glass.

"Huh? What's this?" Gilbert bent dow

down, picking it up.

was a lady's purse, unmistakably

open. As Gilbert picked it up, he saw a photo. Who was it? He was

sat up and snatched the purse from his hands, quickly

Her eyes,

at him. "Don't

"Sherilyn, can't you see I'm trying to help? I was

distant. "I don't need you to get me water, and I never asked for medicine. I won't take it!" "You!" Gilbert

it before Sherilyn, storming

her eyes, feeling the remnants of his anger, then slowly opened them and looked at her purse. While touching the photo inside gently, she whispered, "Jenna, that was close" Sherilyn nearly let him see it! Even though she was sure Gilbert despised her enough not to recognize

was her

to rest at

rental agent that her contract was ready. After freshening up, she met with the landlord at the agency, paid the deposit and rent, and received the keys to her new

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mood visibly darkening, thinking

virtues, and he was on the verge of storming out. But then, he glanced at

the coffee table. He looked at Sherilyn's retreating figure, instructing

or respond. In the

frowned, wondering if she had always been so thin. Recalling when he carried her earlier that day, she felt as light as a feather in his

a twinge of pity. His lips parted as he said awkwardly. "About today, I got it wrong. I forgot today was your grandma's memorial. The overpass

been impatient with Sherilyn, annoyed even. The

Yet, Sherlyn remained unresponsive

can't sleep yet.

medicine.

realized there was no glass

it upon himself to say,

kitchen. Soon after, he retumed with a glass of water,

not asleep. Cool down. Get up and take your medicine. You passed out from the pain.

the table as he set down the