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 the whiskey bottle to his lips,

everything outside

the sofa, his head

What was Sherilyn doing?

bed already? Typical, heartless woman! An ungrateful little creature! After everything he’d done for her, couldn’t she

was noise

precisely, the sound of a key turning

click,

muttered to herself before

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the strong

suffocatingly intense.

“What are you doing?”

bottle and the ashtray full of

brief period, how much had he actually consumed? And why had he started smoking and drinking again? The

and opening the window

she saw Gilbert

cigarette from his hand, and stubbed it out in the

frowned, displeased,

his gaze, Sherilyn gathered her courage. “Are you trying to live on

“Hmm?”

amusing. “Oh, you

“Yes,” Sherilyn nodded.

of smoke. “That’s rich. You caring

“I, uh…”