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.

a lady's purse,

picked it up, he saw a photo.

that back!" Suddenly, Sherilyn sat up and snatched the purse from

Her eyes,

at him.

to help? I was kindly getting you

and distant. "I don't need you to get me water, and I never asked for medicine. I won't take it!" "You!" Gilbert was livid, his handsome face turning icy. "Not need my help? Fine, great! Do you think I want to bother? If I meddle anymore, I'll

it before Sherilyn,

"Jenna, that was close" Sherilyn nearly let him see it! Even though she was sure Gilbert despised her enough

was her child, hers

took the day off to rest

then received a notification from the rental agent that her contract was ready. After freshening up, she met with the landlord at the agency,

Chapter 42

darkening, thinking Sherilyn

of storming out. But then, he glanced at the medicine in his hand. What could he do? He was

down and put the medicine on the coffee table. He looked at Sherilyn's retreating figure, instructing her, "Got the meds for

or respond. In the dim light, her silhouette seerned

carried her earlier that day,

I got it wrong. I forgot today was your grandma's memorial. The overpass at Wind Bridge collapsed, and I only just

to get all that out. His tone had always been impatient with Sherilyn, annoyed even. The calm,

Yet, Sherlyn remained unresponsive

wondered, "Asleep? You can't sleep yet. You

medicine.

coffee table, he realized

it upon himself to say, "Wait

he retumed with a glass of water, bent down, and placed it

I know w you're not asleep. Cool down. Get up and take your

off the table as he set down