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 the whiskey bottle to his

everything outside went

onto the

What was Sherilyn doing?

Typical, heartless woman! An ungrateful little creature! After

there was

the sound of a

click, the door

muttered to herself before pushing the

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when the strong scent of alcohol

suffocatingly intense.

“What are you doing?”

bottle and the ashtray full

that brief period, how much had he actually consumed? And why had he started

the window, pulling the curtains and opening the window

saw Gilbert still

walked over, took the cigarette

Gilbert frowned, displeased, but

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

“Hmm?”

“Oh, you care about me

“Yes,” Sherilyn nodded.

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

“I, uh…”