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!”

and tossed aside as he lifted the whiskey bottle to his lips, taking

a while, everything

the sofa, his head

What was Sherilyn doing?

heartless woman! An ungrateful little creature!

there was noise

precisely, the sound of a key

with a click, the

muttered to herself before pushing

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hadn’t fully entered when the strong scent of alcohol and nicotine

suffocatingly intense.

“What are you doing?”

whiskey bottle and the ashtray

he actually consumed? And why had he started smoking and drinking again? The room was

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

back, she saw Gilbert

irritation, she walked over, took the cigarette from his hand, and stubbed it out in

frowned, displeased,

gathered her courage. “Are you trying to live on smoke and

“Hmm?”

“Oh, you

“Yes,” Sherilyn nodded.

long ring of smoke. “That’s rich. You caring about me? Since when did you

“I, uh…”