Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 125

Why are you staring at me like that?”

Sherilyn gestured towards the items he brought

“Grandma sent me,” Gilbert coughed slightly, feeling a bit uneasy. “Ahem… What did you think, that I’d want to come to this dump? There’s not even a decent place to stand!”

As he said this, he barged in, flopping down onto the couch with abandon. He casually grabbed a glass of water from the table and gulped it down.

Sherilyn wanted to stop him, but it was too late. He had already drunk from her glass. When he put the glass down, Gilbert realized what he had done, but he didn’t think he was in the wrong.

Instead, he pointed at Sherilyn, saying, “There’s no other glass. What do you expect me to drink? Surely, you can’t expect me to come all this way and not even offer me water?”

Sherilyn looked down, not saying a word.

“You…” Gilbert was about to say more when there was another knock at the door. Both of them looked up, slightly puzzled about who it could be. Sherilyn went to open the door and was surprised to find Ernest standing there.

her voice as raspy as an old bellows.

gave a dry smile, noticing the plaster on her neck, and

neck, shaking her head slightly. She stepped aside, trying

Ernest in.

smiling as he shook his head.

affair was supposed to be a secret, but now his children knew and had

Ernest’s voice was a bit hoarse. “Our affair… let’s put

now.”

As expected.

paused for a moment, her eyelashes trembling slightly as

tell her this; their relationship didn’t owe any apologies. Although he couldn’t be her benefactor, Sherilyn still admired and respected Ernest. Just like he respected her.

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trying to speak

her deeply, realizing he still couldn’t let her go. So, he tried, “What if you wait for me?

While this now?