Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1110

With a scoff, she glared at him, "You've turned me into a laughingstock in front of Caroline!"

Her arm jerked as she shoved Gilbert away and dashed up the stairs.

"Sherilyn!"

Gilbert, caught off guard, stumbled back before regaining his balance and swiftly following her. But he was too late; Sherilyn had already slammed the door.

When he arrived, all he could do was watch helplessly as the door clicked shut.

"Sherilyn!" Gilbert pressed his ear against the door, instinctively raising his hand to knock but hesitated.

He couldn't. It was late.

Making too much noise would wake Jenna.

Yet, he couldn't just walk away, so he stayed by the door. "Sherilyn... can you hear me? Please, open the door."

Inside, Sherilyn leaned against the door, tipping her head back.

The strength she had been holding onto slowly ebbed away, and she slid down, collapsing weakly to the floor.

She had cried plenty before.

But nothing compared to the torrent that now overwhelmed her.

She closed her eyes, biting her lip, and cried like a child, "Oh, oh..."

she had confided in Joyce, saying she didn't want to bring up the past for

How ironic.

known

times had she imagined how he would react if he found out? Surely,

Surely, he would?

reality proved that

her and Jenna, yet when

and Caroline, he

Why?

he didn't

"Oh, oh..."

her face

of those years in Crestwood

she had nowhere else to turn, she had to sneak Jenna into

there, in public, her dignity and livelihood reduced to mere

Gilbert faintly heard the

straining to

"Sherilyn..."

ét

the door. If you're upset, hit

he said, the

resting his forehead against the

his eyes,

Content belonging

"Please don't cry, please..."