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."

nurse smiled, bent down, and started administering

you need anything, just call us at the nurse's station or press the call

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

nurse gone, the

the atmosphere became

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

she finished speaking, she yawned widely.

Sherilyn raised a

the irritation

"Mhm."

After all the commotion last night, I barely slept

was sitting

glanced at his hospital bed, which was spacious enough for another person. "Sherilyn,

when

time, it

was anything but pleased. What was he doing here

Oh.

paused, feeling a chill on the back

like Mr. Gilbert's gaze was cutting right

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