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!”

tossed aside as he lifted

a while, everything outside

the sofa, his head

What was Sherilyn doing?

woman! An ungrateful little creature! After everything he’d done

there was

the sound of a key turning in a

with a click,

is it!” From outside, Sherilyn muttered to herself

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hadn’t fully entered when the strong

suffocatingly intense.

“What are you doing?”

the whiskey bottle and the ashtray

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

the curtains and opening

she saw

the cigarette from his

frowned, displeased,

gaze, Sherilyn gathered her courage. “Are you trying to live on smoke and Tiquor?

“Hmm?”

found it amusing. “Oh, you care about me

“Yes,” Sherilyn nodded.

of smoke. “That’s rich.

“I, uh…”