Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 870

Caroline's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness as she muttered under her breath, "So, having a baby is quite the accomplishment, isn't it?" That's how it was with Rebecca White! And Sherilyn too! Just by having kids, they seemed to have men completely captivated! Of course, men weren't innocent either! Francis was like that! And so was Gilbert! But what about her? What did she mean to them? Once upon a time, they had both sworn up and down that they would always treat her well!

The following morning, before seven, Sherilyn arrived at the hospital with a homemade soup that Sophia had prepared. As she pushed the door open, Gilbert was just coming out from the inner room. "Awake?" Sherilyn smiled, gesturing to the bag in her hands. "I brought breakfast. Why don't you eat before you go?" "No, thanks." Gilbert's voice was strained as he shook his head. "I've got an international video conference early this morning. I need to head out now."

"I see..." Sherilyn smiled. "Then I won't keep you. Go ahead and get busy."

"Right." Gilbert nodded, grabbing his blazer from the couch. "I'll come by tonight."

"Take care."

Gilbert paused, his gaze lingering on her face, his brow furrowed, as if he

Confused, Sherilyn

had closed God know's what he was about to ask! He wanted to know if her date with Edgar the previous night.. if it was enjoyable? Were they getting along well? Gilbert suddenly closed his eyes in frustration. What was he supposed to do? He was insanely jealous of

a cartoon together. Knock, knock. Someone knocked on the door. The nurse

and a little formal, wondering who it could be. "Please, come in..." Before she finished speaking, the visitors were already

and his son, James,

his son a look. With just that glance, James understood and approached Sherilyn, standing politely in front

Sherilyn formally met James. He was just like a little adult, much like how Francis usually appeared. "Hello, James." Sherilyn smiled warmly, bending down to ruffle James's hair. Such a

pouted slightly, then