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..."

"That's the situation.

the dressing room, "I'll

"Okay."

forming on

hadn't appeared, he became restless and picked up his phone

two tries to get

was groggy, her eyelids stuck together, not opening, "Who is it? What's

Hearing her voice, Gilbert guessed, "Are

fully awake yet, "I'm really tired. What's

parting slightly, "Nothing, then... go

"Okay."

up, not even

held the phone, stunned

moment, the call already

surge of irritation rose in

his wrist, and his brand-new

wnovelize

just walked in and saw this scene, quickly stepping

for a cleaner, he

that, he turned to

Gilbert called out just as Charles took

face darkened. "Who gave you the permission to decide on your