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."

bent down, and started

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

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

the nurse gone, the room fell

the atmosphere became subtly

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

finished speaking,

fatigue brimmed in her eyes. Sherilyn

watched her, the irritation from before subsiding.

"Mhm."

barely slept three hours. Then I had to rush to the dance troupe first thing

that she was sitting down, sleepiness

was

barely spoken when the door

time, it was

pleased. What was he doing

Oh.

a chill on

he feel like Mr. Gilbert's

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