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

smiled, "Thank you,

time eating. I'll go start on the soup

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

Sherilyn was enjoying her soup, Abel walked

"Ms. Gomez."

asking,

you go to the TV station

go out but

Was he worried about the baby, or was

or did he

her always fell just short,

At the TV station.

rehearse since the show would start filming

clothes and

passed over Caroline

lightly clapped her hands, "Could

lead, let's

SWXQ

gracefully. She didn't dance along but instead marked the beats, giving