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

Of course, she did. Being with him was never

pitch black. What if she ran into

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

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

He was scared…

Knock, knock.

door was knocked on

shot up, the door opening to reveal Sherilyn. She

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face, he watched her approach, bing his

n hurt

This was real

**ey*

he could hear her

eyes and long

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

arm she was holding,

left, and she had

indifferent. “I don’t like

annoyed. He

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

an eyebrow,

“Come on.”

downstairs, “I used chicken broth from the fridge

as she pulled him to the

the table, two plates of spaghetti, one