Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Sherilyn!"

Gilbert's face darkened as he cut her off, his lips pressed into a thin line, the tension in his features betraying his displeasure.

"Not happy?" Sherilyn's eyebrows quirked up slightly. "Am I not speaking the truth? The one who should be upset about the wounds your sweetheart has suffered is her..." "Enough! Stop talking about sweethearts!"

Gilbert, struggling to contain his irritation, glared at her coldly. "How many times have I told you about Caroline? There's nothing between us. Last night was all about my brother..." "Really?"

Sherilyn chuckled, a sharp glint passing through her eyes. "Could it be, Mr. Gilbert, that you're in love without even realizing it?"

"Sherilyn..."

Knock, knock. The door to the hospital room opened.

A nurse entered, pushing a treatment cart. "Mr. Johnson, it's time for your afternoon IV."

Gilbert glared at Sherilyn, his face stormy, and remained silent.

"Thank you."

Sherilyn stepped back to give the nurse room to work. "Much appreciated."

"Not at all, Ms. Gomez, you're too kind."

nurse smiled, bent down, and started administering

call us at the

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

nurse gone, the room fell

that interruption, the atmosphere became

chair and sat down, glancing at the IV bag. "This is going to take

speaking, she yawned

of fatigue brimmed in her eyes. Sherilyn raised a hand

the irritation from

"Mhm."

the commotion last night, I barely slept three hours. Then I had to

that she was sitting down, sleepiness

which was spacious enough for another person. "Sherilyn,

barely spoken when

time, it

pleased. What was

Oh.

paused, feeling a chill on

did he feel like Mr. Gilbert's

"I was wondering if Sherilyn wanted to