Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"I'm telling you, I'm not mad, really, I'm not." Sherilyn tried to calm things down, hoping to steer clear of any more trouble.

"Really?" Gilbert gazed into her makeup-free face, searching for any hint of deceit in her expression, but found none. His past experiences, however, left him feeling uneasy. He took her hand in his, "Come with me, then."

"Why should I?" Sherilyn's eyes widened as she pulled her hand away, shaking her head in resistance. "You should just go take care of her. I'm fine here watching the movie. It's actually really good."

"Sherilyn..."

"Can't you just be reasonable for once?" Sherilyn was visibly annoyed now. "First, you bail on me before the movie ends, and now you're trying to stop me from watching the rest? I really like this movie." "Sherilyn..." Gilbert tried again, but she turned her head away, refusing to look at him or engage any further.

Gilbert stared at her silently for a few seconds before sighing in resignation, "Fine, keep watching."

He checked his watch, trying to gauge the time.

"I'll call David to come pick you up. I'm leaving then."

This time, Sherilyn didn't even bother to respond, merely waving her hand.

and left the theater. At

if I can make it back in time, I'll come pick you up. If you

without expecting an immediate reply, considering she was still engrossed in the movie. Gilbert sighed softly and decided to let it be for now. She would see the message

hurried off

already been admitted to a

"Gilbert, you're here."

come all this way. It's nothing serious, just skipped lunch for

lightly scolded her manager and assistant

with

a hint of disappointment in her

older brother, he wouldn't criticize him

them not to tell Francis yet. I wanted to check on you first so as not to worry

of you. Francis hasn't been in the best health himself." "Yes." Gilbert nodded,

me, I need to take

"Alright."

Gilbert answered the phone, his expression