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 to

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

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

the nurse gone, the room

that interruption, the atmosphere became subtly

earlier conversation. She pulled up a chair and sat down, glancing at

finished speaking, she yawned

eyes. Sherilyn raised a hand to

watched her, the irritation

"Mhm."

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

she was sitting down,

which was

spoken when the

it

was anything but pleased. What was he doing

Oh.

on the

did he feel like Mr. Gilbert's

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