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

while, everything outside went

the sofa, his head

What was Sherilyn doing?

woman! An ungrateful little creature!

there was

the sound of a key turning

a click,

Sherilyn muttered to herself before

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

suffocatingly intense.

“What are you doing?”

bottle and the ashtray full

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

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

she saw Gilbert still

the cigarette from his hand, and stubbed it out in the

Gilbert frowned, displeased,

gaze, Sherilyn gathered her courage. “Are you trying to live on smoke and Tiquor? Don’t you care about

“Hmm?”

it amusing. “Oh, you care about

“Yes,” Sherilyn nodded.

a long ring of smoke. “That’s rich.

“I, uh…”