Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 771

As Caroline approached, the pungent smell of alcohol hit her. She frowned, "How much did you drink?"

Yates, surprised to see her there, chuckled awkwardly. "Oh, Caroline, you're here."

Caroline nodded, "I came over, and your cleaner was just leaving... Yates, could you help him onto the couch?"

Yates hesitated, "Should I take him upstairs instead?"

Caroline gestured to her leg and then at Gilbert, "He's too drunk; if he needs anything during the night, I won't be able to help him upstairs. Just leave him on the couch." "You're going to take care of him?" Yates asked, surprised.

"Yes," she nodded. "If he gets sick or needs water, someone should be here."

"Well..." Yates hesitated but then agreed, "Alright then."

It was a bit of a struggle to get Gilbert onto the couch, but thankfully, it was large enough for him to spend the night comfortably.

After ensuring Gilbert was settled, Yates looked at Caroline, "I guess I'll head out then."

"Thanks for making the trip over. I appreciate it."

"No problem."

Yates left, he felt a bit uneasy about leaving them alone together. But

to cover Gilbert, when

"Gilbert?"

rushed to the bathroom. Caroline frowned as she heard the sounds

collapsed, oblivious to her presence. Caroline sighed, pushing her wheelchair closer to drape the blanket

she whispered, "I know it's tough, but I'm

grip tightened on her hand. "Gilbert?" Caroline flushed,

he wasn't. In his half-sleep,

feeling a

hand,

"Sheril expression cooling.

care about? Can't let

Sherilyn... Is that all

you

his head still a bit foggy, the aroma of food lingering

rubbed his temples, "What are you doing

just come here;

"You reek of booze. Go freshen up and come