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!”

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

a while, everything outside

onto the

What was Sherilyn doing?

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

was noise

a key

a click,

Sherilyn muttered

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hadn’t fully entered when the strong scent of alcohol

suffocatingly intense.

“What are you doing?”

stepped inside, immediately noticing the whiskey bottle and the ashtray full of cigarette

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

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

she saw Gilbert still puffing

back her irritation, she walked over, took the cigarette from his hand, and stubbed it

displeased,

live on smoke and Tiquor? Don’t

“Hmm?”

found it amusing. “Oh, you

“Yes,” Sherilyn nodded.

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

“I, uh…”