Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Uh?" David was taken aback, "Ms. Sherilyn..." "David, relax."

Sherilyn smiled gently, explaining, "You go ahead. I came straight from the hospital to the dance studio this morning. I need a shower and to change clothes. If Gilbert asks, just tell him I'll be a bit late."

"Oh, I see." David sighed in relief, "Then I'll deliver the stuff first. Call me before you leave, and I'll come pick you up."

"Thanks, David."

"No problem."

After sending David off, Sherilyn turned and went upstairs to grab some clothes from the wardrobe before heading to the bathroom.

Her excuse was genuine; she really did need to freshen up.

As she was drying her hair after the shower, Sherilyn couldn't stop yawning, tears streaming down her face from exhaustion.

Exiting the bathroom, she felt dizzy and collapsed onto the bed.

The moment her head hit the pillow, sleep overwhelmed her. She thought, just a little nap, just couldn't keep her eyes open anymore. With her eyes shut, she drifted off to sleep.

David delivered the suitcase to the hospital room, where a nurse was changing Gilbert's IV bag.

He glanced over his shoulder, not seeing Sherilyn. "Where's Sherilyn?" he asked.

"Ms. Sherilyn didn't come..."

the

he took the suitcase into the

"Okay."

on his face,

daylight faded outside the window and Sherilyn still hadn't appeared, he became restless and picked

two tries to

voice was groggy, her eyelids stuck together, not opening, "Who is

her voice, Gilbert guessed, "Are

yet, "I'm

parting slightly, "Nothing,

"Okay."

a second's hesitation, she hung up, not even giving Gilbert

the phone,

moment, the call already

irritation rose in him!

of a sudden, he lifted his arm, flicked his wrist, and his brand-new

wnovelize

just walked in and saw this

was upset. While calling for a cleaner, he said, "Mr. Gilbert, I'll go

that, he

just as Charles took a

gave you the permission to decide on your own? Sherilyn is