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."

down, and started administering

just call us at the nurse's station or

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

gone,

that interruption, the atmosphere became subtly

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 widely.

eyes. Sherilyn raised a hand to wipe them

watched her, the irritation from before subsiding.

"Mhm."

barely slept three hours.

sitting

bed, which was spacious enough for another person. "Sherilyn, come

when the

it was

Gilbert's expression was anything but pleased. What was

Oh.

a chill on the back

Gilbert's gaze was cutting right through

throat, quickly speaking up. "I was wondering if Sherilyn wanted to go back and