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.

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

Gilbert immediately

the window. She thought to herself that this would be

wouldn't ask him for any

...

arriving at Golden Oak

about to leave, "Mr. Gilbert, Ms. Gomez, dinner is

"Got it."

nodded. "You can

Mr. Gilbert." The housekeeper

already made her way

frowned and turned towards the kitchen. He prepared the rice and soup, so Sherilyn could eat as soon as

after waiting for a while, Sherilyn didn't

and

he heard the sound of

bathroom. Sherilyn was taking.net

Gilbert waited by the

while, the bathroom door slid

Gilbert immediately approached her, "Sherilyn,

"No, thanks."

her head, avoiding his gaze, "I'm not hungry.

she went to the bed, pulled back the covers, and

bed, sitting

he coaxed gently, "It's not good to sleep on an empty stomach.

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

before, now is