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!”

a swift motion and tossed aside

while, everything outside

the sofa,

What was Sherilyn doing?

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

there was

sound of a key turning in a

with a click, the

is it!” From outside, Sherilyn muttered

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hadn’t fully entered when the strong scent

suffocatingly intense.

“What are you doing?”

and the ashtray full of

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

pulling the curtains and opening the window to let

she saw Gilbert still puffing

irritation, she walked over, took the cigarette from

frowned, displeased, but

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

“Hmm?”

amusing. “Oh, you care about

“Yes,” Sherilyn nodded.

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

“I, uh…”