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.

Sherilyn withdrew her hand, her tone indifferent. "I'm tired. I

this, Gilbert

of the window. She thought to herself

she wouldn't

...

arriving at

Gomez, dinner is ready and still warm. It's the

"Got it."

"You can go home

Gilbert." The

made her way

the rice and

for a

massaged his temples and decided to

room, he heard the sound of water from

bathroom. Sherilyn was taking.net

waited by

a while, the

approached her, "Sherilyn, it's

"No, thanks."

avoiding his gaze, "I'm not hungry. I don't

the bed, pulled back the covers, and lay

approached the bed,

"It's not good to

want to eat.

before, now