Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 333

Sherilyn bit her lip, her voice filled with genuine regret as she apologized. “I’m sorry. That day was my fault, I shouldn’t have said those things to you.”

Was she here to apologize? Gilbert narrowed his eyes slightly, remaining silent.

Suddenly, Sherilyn’s world went dark as Gilbert, like a towering figure, leaned into her. His distinct, masculine scent quickly enveloped her, making her feel almost suffocated.

Sherilyn frowned, instinctively trying to push him away. “Gilbert…”

“Tsk.” He sensed her resistance, his eyes turning icy in an instant. “Is this how you apologize? Not even a hug? Why bother coming then?”

“It’s not that…” Sherilyn quickly backpedaled, shaking her head in panic. “It’s not that I won’t hug you, it’s just that you’re… quite heavy, and I wasn’t prepared.”

That seemed to pass muster.

Gilbert raised an eyebrow, holding her close, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, “Sherilyn, I’m feeling dizzy.”

Being this close, she could smell the strong scent of alcohol on him. No wonder he felt dizzy: he must have had quite a bit to drink.

Sherilyn gritted her teeth, marshaling all her strength to help him inside. “Let me help you get to the couch.”

Her strength had its limits, managing only to get him to lie down on the couch, leaving her panting and covered in a light sweat.

couch, clutching his temples. “Sherilyn, I feel

Sherilyn frowned, clearly worried. “Just lie down for a bit. I’ll make you some soup

and headed for the kitchen.

she was back, holding a blanket in her arms, which she spread over him. Then,

soup and brought it to the living room.

Gilbert, acting like a child, was making a fuss.

here!” Sherilyn rushed over, supporting him. “I went ready now, try

make you some soup…

don’t want it!” Gilbert frowned in distaste, turning his face

you suffering from a headache?

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brought the cup to

it, asking,

nodded, wondering if

managed a weak smile. “Then I’ll drink it.”

her effort, he took small sips from the cup

hand. “Don’t go, please. Sherilyn, stay… Don’t

away but just couldn’t get free. Was he really

was