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…

he had driven that person

have left, right? Of course, she did. Being

black. What if she

leave, not at this hour. He should have

her, he hesitated and turned the screen off

He was scared…

Knock, knock.

door was knocked on

the door opening

15:07

watched her approach,

n hurt

This was real

**ey*

he could hear

his hand, her eyes and long

Are

arm she was

hadn’t left, and she had made him

indifferent.

momentarily taken aback, annoyed. He was so difficult

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

an eyebrow,

“Come on.”

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

said nothing as she pulled him to the dining

table, two plates of spaghetti, one large,