Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1169

Gilbert stood a little awkwardly in the doorway, lost in his own thoughts and silently chiding himself.

"Alright, let's catch up later..." Sherilyn glanced up, saw him, and quickly wrapped up her call with Joyce, wishing her a good night.

She put her phone down and stood, a smile still lingering on her lips.

"All done with work?" she asked, strolling over to Gilbert, still carrying that easy grin.

Gilbert felt a wave of relief wash over him. Sherilyn was in a good mood-clearly, he hadn't messed up.

"Yeah," he nodded. "Charles just left-we were going over some stuff in the study."

Sherilyn nodded too. "Did you take your medicine?"

"I did."

"Open up, let me check."

Gilbert bent down a bit and obediently opened his mouth.

Sherilyn wrinkled her nose as she caught a strong whiff of the medicine. "Yep," she said, satisfied. "You took it."

squeezed her hand, a little curious.

Sherilyn replied,

other her best friend both good people. If

good happen?" Gilbert slid his arm

into his chest, tapping his heart with her fingertips. "Not telling." Gilbert raised

"It's about Joyce. Can't tell you

type to spill her friends' secrets, not even to the man she loved. Joyce and Galen were... well, nothing was set in

curiosity fading. He wasn't the type to fish

"Alright, I won't ask."

lowering his head

playful glare. "What are you up to? You just

Even had some

leaned down, making a show of going in

believe you

giggled, pushing his

She was so

backward off her

bit achy, groaned. "Oof,

iket

to outdo me in flexibility?