Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1009

By the time Gilbert emerged from Jenna's room and sauntered downstairs, he noticed Sherilyn was nowhere in sight. The dining table was spotless, and a lone plate, rinsed clean, sat in the sink.

Raising an eyebrow, Gilbert wondered, had Sherilyn polished off that pizza all by herself?

He pivoted and made his way back upstairs, arriving at Sherilyn's door. Lifting his hand, he rapped lightly on it.

After waiting a moment without a response, he figured Sherilyn was probably taking a shower.

Gilbert turned back to his room, set down his phone, and walked into the walk-in closet to grab some clothes. Once he emerged from the shower, drying his hair, he grabbed his phone and swiped the screen awake.

A message from Sherilyn lit up the screen, bringing an instant spark to his eyes.

Yeah, it tasted pretty good, so I ate it all.

"Ha," Gilbert chuckled softly, a warm pleasure bubbling inside him.

His cheeks flushed with heat, and suddenly, he flopped back onto the bed, covering his face with his hands.

He knew, without looking in a mirror, that he must be grinning like an idiot.

The old him could never have imagined finding such joy in someone simply enjoying a meal.

The phone rang.

It was Francis.

answered, his voice deepening, "Big

a reason, "Find some time to bring Sherilyn and

trying to mend

understood this as an olive branch, an apology of

"Alright, I'll

"Good."

bro..." Gilbert hesitated, gripping the phone

Oh?

digesting

and declared,

end, Francis frowned, contemplating before

added, "You and Sherilyn,

"Yeah."

believe so. With Jenna, we'll be a happy

"Big bro, goodnight."

"Goodnight."

eyes deep with contemplation,

first time he had expressed to his

couldn't just be about obligations

...

days later, Sherilyn took half a day off

and Gilbert had hospital appointments for

there, and Sherilyn was also eager to find out

consulting the doctor and