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 missing this time

smiled, "Thank

start on the soup for tonight. It

indeed exceptional, and lately, with Sherilyn's appetite being what

her soup,

"Ms. Gomez."

asking, "Is

Gilbert has instructed that you go

to go out but

worried about the baby, or was

her, or did he not? This strange sense of

just short, like scratching an itch through

At the TV station.

the show would start filming next week. None of the performers were

changed into her practice clothes

over Caroline and Callie without much

"Could Lauren start the

lead, let's

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