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.

...

up in the middle

he? On a

hit him, he was in

the bedside lamp, he spotted her slender figure on the couch. She had given

her, a bitter smile played on his lips as he whispered softly, "You'd rather sleep on the couch

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

tucking her in, he headed to the bathroom to wash

he

room,

About to Gilbert

down on the couch,

turned

at Sherilyn's sleeping face.

a determined heart...

the covers, stretching an arm to pull her

...

Morning came.

awake

it, hoping to silence

her phone, her hand found a

eyes, only to be met with a

phone to turn off the alarm, then wrapped his arms around her

bed a little longer after the alarm had gone

off guard, her heart

What was happening?

she looked up