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 the medication

at the nurse's station or press the call

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

gone, the room fell

that interruption, the atmosphere

no intention of revisiting their earlier conversation. She pulled up a chair and sat down,

she finished speaking, she yawned

brimmed in her eyes. Sherilyn raised a hand to

her, the irritation from before subsiding.

"Mhm."

again. "Ahh... How could I not be? After all the commotion last night, I barely slept three hours. Then I had to

was sitting

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

barely spoken when

it

is it?" Gilbert's expression was anything but pleased. What was he doing

Oh.

feeling a chill on the back of his

did he feel like Mr. Gilbert's gaze was cutting

quickly speaking up. "I was wondering if Sherilyn wanted to go back and fetch some things