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

just call us at the nurse's station

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

gone, the room fell

interruption, the atmosphere became

down, glancing at the IV bag. "This is going

speaking,

her eyes. Sherilyn raised a hand to

her, the irritation from before subsiding.

"Mhm."

barely slept three hours. Then

that she was sitting

which was spacious enough for

barely spoken when

time, it

expression was anything but pleased. What

Oh.

paused, feeling a chill on the back

feel like Mr. Gilbert's gaze

was wondering if Sherilyn wanted to go back and fetch some