Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 56

Gilbert realized his mistake when the words left his mouth, his gaze darting

uncomfortably. But he wasn't used to backing down before Sherilyn. What was said was- said, like water spilled on the ground. Gilbert stubbornly asked, "So, are you going to eat?"

Was he getting impatient? Sherilyn was impressed but didn't want to cause trouble. So, she nodded, "Yeah, of course, I'll eat." Gilbert's lips curved slightly, his tone softening a bit. "What flavor do you want?"

Sherilyn answered, "Anything, I'm not picky."

Not getting what she wanted, everything else felt the same, just something Gilbert imposed on her.

"Fine." Gilbert raised an eyebrow. "I'll go get it. Hold on."

Sherilyn nodded and found a place to sit down.

After a while, Gilbert came over with a plate, this time not bothering to pack it up, bringing the plate over. "Eat it now."

"Sure." Sherilyn didn't hold back, casually asking, "What's the flavor?"

Gilbert said, "You said anything was fine, so I didn't ask. I let them choose randomly."

Fair enough.

stuffing it into her mouth, then suddenly frowned. "What's wrong?"

smile, "Just a bit

further, taking one and biting into it, "Well... cinnamon pastry. It tastes

asked Sherilyn, "You like

struggled to swallow what was

had known Gilbert for nearly ten years, and they had been eating at the same table for about five. Yet, he

any attention to the likes and dislikes of someone he didn't care about. It wasn't

to swallow, Sherilyn endured the discomfort

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she put down her

Gilbert looked at her, puzzled.

a napkin, cleaning

his tone cold, "That's all

gift,

irritation crossed Gilbert's eyes. Was that her definition of

anything now." Saying so, Sherilyn

remembering something, she added, "When are you free? Sylvia's surgery is over, and we should get the divorce

glared at the uneaten pastries