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!”

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

a while, everything outside

onto the sofa,

What was Sherilyn doing?

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

there was

the sound of a key turning in

a click, the door

outside, Sherilyn muttered

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strong scent of alcohol

suffocatingly intense.

“What are you doing?”

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

had he started smoking and drinking again? The

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

she saw Gilbert still

the cigarette from his hand,

displeased, but remained

“Are you trying to live on smoke and Tiquor?

“Hmm?”

amusing. “Oh, you care about me

“Yes,” Sherilyn nodded.

“That’s rich.

“I, uh…”