Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 441

What’s going on here?

Sherilyn peered into his face, searching for clues. Was this a breakup in the making?

She had to admit, panic was setting in. “Gilbert…”

“Leave!”

Gilbert’s eyes were shadowed, a tired gesture of his hand accompanying his command, “Go! While I’m not regretting this, just leave!”

Sherilyn stood frozen, dumbstruck.

“Leave, will you!”

His sudden outburst made Sherilyn’s shoulders tremble. With a furrowed brow, she hesitated, then turned and walked away.

Her footsteps echoed, growing fainter until the door to the study clicked shut. Gilbert’s gaze sharpened as he stood and made his way to the liquor cabinet.

The burn of whiskey was a poor distraction from his thoughts. Did anyone remember that today was his birthday?

His birthday, not Mr. Gilbert’s. Probably not.

In the early years, Caroline used to sneak him gifts, whispering a happy birthday.

But those days had faded…

Tonight, all he wanted was to spend his birthday with someone special to him. Yet, even that simple wish seemed out of reach…

driven that

right? Of course, she did. Being with him was never

pitch black. What

regretted it immediately. He shouldn’t have told her to leave, not at this hour. He

call her, he hesitated

He was scared…

Knock, knock.

was knocked

head shot up, the door opening to reveal

15:07

face, he watched her approach, bing his tongue to

n hurt

This was real

**ey*

could hear

his hand, her eyes and long lashes conveying a

stomach is bad for you. Are you hungry? I made some spaghetti, want

glanced at the arm

she

tried to sound indifferent. “I

aback, annoyed. He was

she persisted, “It’s homemade, I rolled the dough

an

“Come on.”

the moment, Sherilyn linked her arm with his, leading him downstairs, “I used chicken broth from the fridge for

she pulled him to the

table, two plates of spaghetti, one large, one