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.

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

this, Gilbert immediately agreed,

remained silent, gazing out of the window. She thought to herself that this would be the first and

now on, she wouldn't

...

at Golden

leave, "Mr. Gilbert, Ms. Gomez, dinner is ready and still warm. It's the perfect time to

"Got it."

"You can

The

Sherilyn had already made her way to the

the kitchen. He prepared the rice and soup, so Sherilyn could eat as soon as she

after waiting for a while, Sherilyn

and decided

he heard the

bathroom. Sherilyn was taking.net

by the

the bathroom door

approached her, "Sherilyn, it's time

"No, thanks."

his gaze, "I'm

bed, pulled back the covers, and

bed,

delicate face, he coaxed gently, "It's not good to sleep on an

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

before, now