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."

and started administering the medication

you need anything, just call us at

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

nurse gone,

that interruption, the atmosphere became subtly

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

she finished speaking, she

her eyes. Sherilyn raised a

her, the irritation from before

"Mhm."

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

sitting down,

at his hospital bed, which was spacious enough for

had barely spoken when the door opened

time, it

pleased. What was he doing here at

Oh.

on the

did he feel like Mr. Gilbert's gaze

cleared his throat, quickly speaking up. "I was wondering if Sherilyn wanted