Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 736

"No way." Gilbert shook his head, his voice low and husky, filled with hesitation, "To me, you're like a brother, just like my actual big brother." Brother? Sibling?

Hmph. Caroline scoffed silently, "And what about Sherilyn? Is that love then? No, I don't buy it!"

Her voice was thick with skepticism.

"Even if it is! Where in this world does undying love exist? Didn't Francis once say it was only me forever? Total BS!"

Her agitation grew, grabbing Gilbert's arm, her eyes sparkled with a strange light.

"Gilbert! Give up on Sherilyn! From now on, start seeing me as a woman you could love, wouldn't that solve everything? Be with me, okay?" "Caroline! Calm down!"

Gilbert caught her wrist, gently prying her fingers open, "What's between us, has nothing to do with Sherilyn. Even without her, we could never be. I've never felt that way about you... You, me, the big guy, we're family, siblings, don't you get it?" He paused, then added, "If not Sherilyn, it would've been someone else."

...Just never you!

"..." Caroline was utterly stunned, her grip on his hand loosening gradually.

Gilbert stepped back, silent for a moment, then turned to leave.

He hadn't gone far when he stopped and turned back to Caroline, who sat dazed, "Sherilyn has accepted my proposal. We're... getting married."

didn't pause

sat in the wheelchair, her gaze

could hear him outside, instructing the nurse, "Keep an eye

"Of course, Mr. Johnson."

Hmph.

cold smile. Was he worried she might 'lose it'

No,

had to live, to really live, and see if they could truly be happy in the end! She looked down at her legs,

What a joke.

...

the weather warmed, the mornings

Sunset Ridge Community, Sherilyn had just gotten up, not yet ready for the day. Sophia

held a bunch of flowers in one hand and a bag from Crimson Table in the

of the oven egg tarts, your and

Sherilyn took them, not saying

check on

"She's still asleep..."

okay, I'll just wait with

the flowers, finding a vase, filling it with water,

filled with the sounds of father