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

while, everything outside

slumped onto the sofa, his head

What was Sherilyn doing?

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

there was noise

precisely, the sound of a key turning in a

with a click,

From outside, Sherilyn muttered to

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entered when the strong scent of alcohol and

suffocatingly intense.

“What are you doing?”

bottle and the ashtray

actually consumed? And why had he started

and opening the window to let

she saw

she walked over, took the cigarette from his hand,

displeased,

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

“Hmm?”

it amusing. “Oh,

“Yes,” Sherilyn nodded.

of smoke. “That’s rich. You caring

“I, uh…”