Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1040

"Ms. Gomez."

There was a knock at the door, followed by the housekeeper's voice. She was there to ask, "What about Mr. Thompson's medication?"

Looking at the man sprawled out on the bed, Sherilyn puffed out her cheeks in resignation. "Let's skip it tonight."

He was in no condition to take his meds, especially after drinking.

"Alright then."

The housekeeper left, quietly closing the door behind her.

The room fell silent.

Gilbert was restless on the bed, probably feeling under the weather, his brows furrowed slightly.

After watching him for a few moments, Sherilyn pulled the covers up over him.

Then, she turned off the main light and headed to the bathroom to freshen up.

When she came back, Gilbert seemed more at peace, his features relaxed.

Feeling reassured, Sherilyn picked up her pillow from the bed and made her way to the couch.

There was no helping it; the bed was fully occupied, so the couch was her only option tonight.

Considering his discomfort, she decided not to make a fuss about it.

For Gilbert, the couch might have been uncomfortably short, but for Sherilyn, it was just right. She yawned, turned over, and quickly fell asleep.

...

in the middle of the

was he? On a

in Sherilyn's bed! But

spotted her slender figure on the

his lips as he whispered softly, "You'd rather

lifted her, placing her back in bed with utmost care to not

he headed to the bathroom to wash off the scent of alcohol

out, he

was simple: this wasn't his room, and he had no change

About to Gilbert

down on the couch,

then turned back

at Sherilyn's sleeping face.

a determined heart...

under the covers, stretching an arm to pull

...

Morning came.

jolted awake by

hoping

her hand found a solid

her eyes, only to be met with

her phone to turn off the alarm, then wrapped his arms around her naturally. "Let's sleep a bit more,

the alarm had gone

off

What was happening?

upon her, she looked up sharply at him,