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 administering the

just call us at the nurse's station or press the

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

nurse gone, the room

interruption, the atmosphere

earlier conversation. She pulled up a chair and sat down, glancing at the IV bag. "This is going to take

speaking, she yawned

her eyes. Sherilyn raised

watched her, the irritation from before subsiding.

"Mhm."

"Ahh... How could I not be? After all the commotion last night, I barely slept three hours. Then I had to rush to the dance troupe first thing in

she was sitting down,

bed, which was spacious enough for another person.

barely spoken when

time, it

What was he doing here at

Oh.

paused, feeling a chill on the

Gilbert's gaze was cutting right through

wondering