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."

smiled, bent down, and started

you need anything, just call us at the

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

nurse gone, the

that interruption, the atmosphere became subtly

no intention of revisiting their earlier conversation. She pulled up a chair and sat down, glancing at the IV bag. "This is going to take at

speaking, she yawned

eyes. Sherilyn raised a hand to wipe them

irritation

"Mhm."

last night, I barely slept three

was sitting down,

bed, which was

when

it

but pleased. What was

Oh.

on the back of his

feel like Mr. Gilbert's gaze was cutting

wondering if Sherilyn wanted to