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

course, she did. Being with him was never her

black.

leave, not at this hour. He should have waited

his phone, intending to call her, he hesitated and turned

He was scared…

Knock, knock.

was

the door opening

15:07

he watched her approach, bing his tongue to test

n hurt

This was real

**ey*

could hear her

Sherilyn took his hand, her eyes and long

empty stomach is bad for you. Are you hungry? I made

arm she was holding, swallowing

hadn’t left, and she had made him

indifferent.

taken aback, annoyed. He

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

raised an

“Come on.”

moment, Sherilyn linked her arm with his, leading him downstairs,

pulled

of spaghetti, one