Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Are you throwing another hunger strike now that things didn't go as planned?"

Gilbert tried to keep his cool, "Are you coming down yourself, or should I come up and feed you?"

The tone in his voice was clearly one of anger.

Sherilyn's sleepiness faded almost completely as she sat up, clutching her phone, "I'll eat. I'm getting up now."

"Don't try to fool me. Whether you eat or not, Fidelia will let me know."

With that, the call ended.

Feeling scolded through the phone, Sherilyn sighed, put her phone down, and wrapped herself in a shawl before heading downstairs.

In the dining room, Fidelia had lunch ready.

"Ms. Gomez, you're in a special condition, so if there's anything particular you'd like to eat, just let me know."

Fidelia's smile was warm, "Mr. Johnson mentioned you're expecting, and asked if I'd be willing to stay on as a live-in. Naturally, I agreed."

With a generous salary, only two employers in the house, and despite Mr. Johnson being somewhat hard to please, as long as she took good care of Mrs. Johnson, there wouldn't be any problems. Such a good job was hard to come by.

"Ms. Gomez, feel free to let me know if you need anything."

arrived on schedule, not

"Thank you,

go start on the soup for tonight.

and lately, with Sherilyn's appetite being what it was, they were a main source of

Sherilyn was enjoying her soup, Abel

"Ms. Gomez."

puzzled, asking, "Is something

go to the

her to go

internally. Was he worried about the

he trust her, or did he not? This strange sense of

his kindness towards her always fell just short, like scratching

At the TV station.

show would start filming next week. None of the

her practice clothes and entered

passed over Caroline and Callie without much

the front row, she lightly clapped her hands, "Could Lauren start the music... everyone, follow

lead, let's

SWXQ

didn't dance along but instead marked the beats, giving cues