Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 440

Climbing the stairs, she realized he hadn’t gone to the master bedroom but had retreated to the study instead.

Left with no choice, Sherilyn followed, raising her hand to knock gently. “Gilbert?”

Silence was her only answer.

“Gilbert,” she persisted, knocking again. “I’m sorry about tonight. Please, don’t shut yourself away. Can we talk?”

Still no response.

“Gilbert?”

Knock, knock…

Inside, Gilbert frowned, standing in front of the liquor cabinet. He uncorked a bottle of whiskey and, from the bottom drawer, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one up.

She didn’t care about him, so why should he quit drinking and smoking for her?

Whatever!

Suddenly, Gilbert froze. Had he heard something?

No, it couldn’t be…

By now, the corridor had gone silent.

Had she just left? Was that all the patience she had for him?

“Sherilyn!”

off in a swift motion and tossed aside as he lifted

while, everything outside went

onto the sofa, his

What was Sherilyn doing?

already? Typical, heartless woman! An ungrateful little creature! After everything he’d done

was noise

sound of a

a click, the door

Sherilyn muttered to herself before pushing

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when the strong scent

suffocatingly intense.

“What are you doing?”

inside, immediately noticing the whiskey bottle and the ashtray

actually consumed? And why had he started smoking

to the window, pulling the curtains and opening the window to let in some fresh

saw Gilbert

irritation, she walked over, took the cigarette from his hand,

Gilbert frowned, displeased, but remained

her courage. “Are you trying to live on smoke and Tiquor? Don’t you care about your

“Hmm?”

“Oh, you

“Yes,” Sherilyn nodded.

long ring of smoke. “That’s rich. You caring

“I, uh…”