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?

she pointed toward the door, "Get out! Just

his words almost immediately.

in apology,

that's my own doing. What does it have

grasped her arm, his voice trembling. "He doesn't

hand on

him and think

Gilbert's face stiffened, his Adam's apple

scoffed, "Did you forget? You yourself said you wouldn't

shivered and nodded solemnly, "I did say

"And yet..."

up, his eyes blazing with a deep intensity, "But I

at

stay away. But you're

Sherilyn cut him off

girlfriend when you were saying all this?" Gilbert was

"Cough, cough!" Sherilyn clutched

chest, coughing violently. know