Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Sherilyn..."

A current of panic surged through Gilbert. He was truly flustered!

He never anticipated such a twist in events!

Holding Sherilyn's hand, he pleaded for forgiveness, "I'm sorry, I..."

"Stop it."

Sherilyn stared at him, her gaze steady and unflinching, "I'm not interested in those half-hearted apologies. Save your energy." "It's not half-hearted!"

Gilbert lifted her hand to his lips, his mind racing for a way to keep his brother's secret safe while also appeasing Sherilyn's anger.

"The truth is...I didn't find out.......I was afraid you'd be mad, that's why I said that!"

Let Sherilyn think him incapable.

"I'm sorry, I failed to handle the task you gave me. It's my fault."

Sherilyn barely lifted an eyelid, "That's it?"

"Yes!" Gilbert leaned in, kissing her forehead as his voice trembled slightly.

"It's my fault. You can hit me, yell at me, be mad at me...anything. But please, don't say things like 'when do we break up,' 'my feelings for you were all fake'... Can we not go there?" Sherilyn remained silent.

She didn't buy his excuse of not being able to trace a hidden number. It was either unwillingness on his part or there was something else he was hiding.

But Sherilyn was tired of arguing. She knew it was futile.

tone indifferent. "I'm tired. I want

Gilbert immediately

of the window. She thought to herself that this would be the

now on, she wouldn't ask him

...

at Golden

Ms. Gomez, dinner is ready and still

"Got it."

"You can

The

had already made her way to the staircase,

towards the kitchen. He prepared the rice and soup, so Sherilyn

after waiting for a while,

his temples and decided

room, he heard the sound

bathroom. Sherilyn was taking.net

by the vanity

the bathroom door slid

approached

"No, thanks."

gaze, "I'm

she went to the bed,

approached the bed, sitting

he coaxed gently, "It's not good to sleep

refused, "I don't want to eat. It's okay, I often

is before,