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."

Gilbert's thoughtfulness had arrived on schedule, not missing this

"Thank you,

the soup for tonight. It needs to

exceptional, and lately, with Sherilyn's appetite being what it was,

was enjoying her soup, Abel walked

"Ms. Gomez."

puzzled, asking, "Is something

that you go to the TV

allowing her to go out but insisted

chuckled internally. Was he worried about the baby, or was

or did he not? This strange

kindness towards her always fell just short, like scratching

At the TV station.

to rehearse since the show would start filming next

her practice clothes and entered the

over Caroline and Callie without much

clapped her hands, "Could Lauren start the music... everyone, follow

lead, let's

SWXQ

Sherilyn moved gracefully. She didn't dance along but instead marked the beats, giving cues for