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!”

grew heavy, his tie yanked off in a swift motion and tossed aside as

everything outside

slumped onto the sofa, his

What was Sherilyn doing?

gone to bed already? Typical, heartless woman! An ungrateful little creature! After

was

sound of a key turning

with a click, the

outside, Sherilyn muttered to herself before pushing the

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hadn’t fully entered when the strong scent of

suffocatingly intense.

“What are you doing?”

immediately noticing the whiskey bottle and the ashtray full of

consumed? And why had he started smoking and drinking

pulling the curtains and opening the window to let in some

saw Gilbert still puffing

the cigarette from his hand,

Gilbert frowned, displeased,

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

“Hmm?”

amusing. “Oh, you care

“Yes,” Sherilyn nodded.

laughed out loud, blowing a long ring of smoke. “That’s rich. You caring about me?

“I, uh…”