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…

had driven

right? Of course, she did. Being with

was late, the night pitch black. What if she ran into

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

call her, he hesitated and turned the screen

He was scared…

Knock, knock.

door was knocked

up, the door opening to reveal Sherilyn. She

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face, he watched her approach, bing his tongue to test

n hurt

This was real

**ey*

could hear her

her eyes and long lashes conveying

is bad for you. Are you hungry?

glanced at the arm she was holding, swallowing

left, and she had made him

to sound indifferent. “I don’t like

aback, annoyed.

she persisted, “It’s homemade, I rolled the dough myself. It’s different, want to

raised an

“Come on.”

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

said nothing as she pulled

table, two plates of spaghetti, one large,