Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 892

"Are you still not feeling better?" Gilbert frowned, then suggested, "Why don't you take the medicine now?"

As he spoke, he started to open the pillbox.

"Wait!" Sherilyn grimaced, gesturing for him to stop.

"What's wrong?" Gilbert paused, puzzled.

Sherilyn hesitated, thinking her resistance would be evident. But it seemed some things needed to be spelled out.

She chuckled ruefully, "Are you actually concerned about me? Do you care that much?"

Caught off guard by her direct question, Gilbert's eyes flickered, and after a brief silence, he nodded, his gaze showing a hint of uncertainty. "Is... Is it okay for me to care, Sherilyn?"

Without a second thought, Sherilyn shook her head, "No, it's not okay. I don't need it," she said, coughing as if a feather was tickling her throat. "You don't need it?" Gilbert's expression darkened, his eyes turning cold.

"Then whose concern do you need? Edgar's?" Gilbert scoffed, "Isn't your current state because of him? Too bad, he doesn't want you anymore!" What? Sherilyn was stunned. What was he babbling about?

surged within her, and she pointed toward the door,

words

bowing his head in apology, "I'm sorry... I

doesn't want me anymore! I'm sick from heartbreak! But that's my own doing. What does it have to do with you?" Hearing this, Gilbert felt

a moment of impulse, Gilbert grasped her arm, his voice

at his hand on her arm, her smile

about him and think about whom?

out, Gilbert's face stiffened, his

Sherilyn scoffed, "Did you forget? You yourself said you wouldn't trouble me for any

shivered and nodded solemnly, "I did

"And yet..."

eyes blazing with a deep intensity, "But I can't do

at

convinced myself to stay away. But you're not together! This is providence giving me

Sherilyn cut

your girlfriend when you were saying all

"Cough, cough!" Sherilyn clutched

coughing violently.