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. "You seem pretty happy

am," Sherilyn replied,

If things really worked out between them,

got you so happy? Something good happen?" Gilbert slid his arm around her waist, facing

her fingertips. "Not telling." Gilbert

grinned, then relented a little. "It's about Joyce. Can't

her friends' secrets, not even to the man she loved. Joyce and Galen were... well,

the type to fish for gossip between his wife and

"Alright, I won't ask."

lowering his head as

"What are you up to? You just took

rinsed, I swear! Even had some jelly beans-my

a show of going in for a

believe you for

pushing his

She was

backward off her

a bit achy, groaned.

iket

flexibility? been dancing for twenty years, you think