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."

thoughtfulness had arrived on schedule, not missing

"Thank you,

eating. I'll go start on the soup for tonight. It needs to

with Sherilyn's appetite being what it

her soup, Abel

"Ms. Gomez."

asking, "Is

Gilbert has instructed that you go to

to go out but insisted

chuckled internally. Was he worried about the baby,

or did he

like his kindness towards her always fell just short, like scratching

At the TV station.

Sherilyn's group's turn to rehearse since the show would start filming next week. None

into her practice clothes and entered the rehearsal

Caroline and Callie without

"Could Lauren start the music... everyone,

lead, let's start!"

SWXQ

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