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

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

night pitch black. What

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

up his phone, intending to call her, he hesitated and turned the screen off

He was scared…

Knock, knock.

was

the door opening to

15:07

her

n hurt

This was real

**ey*

could hear her

his hand, her eyes and long lashes

you. Are you hungry?

arm she was holding, swallowing

and she had made

sound indifferent.

was momentarily taken aback, annoyed. He

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

an

“Come on.”

downstairs, “I

pulled him

two plates of spaghetti,