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."

on schedule, not missing this time

smiled, "Thank

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

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

enjoying her soup, Abel

"Ms. Gomez."

puzzled, asking, "Is

go to the TV

allowing her to go

about the baby, or

he trust her, or did he not? This strange

kindness towards her always fell just short,

At the TV station.

rehearse since the show would start

changed into her practice clothes and

briefly passed over Caroline

front row, she lightly clapped her hands, "Could Lauren start

lead, let's start!"

SWXQ

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