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, her eyes

was her brother, the other her best friend both good people. If things really worked

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

her fingertips. "Not telling." Gilbert raised

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

not even to the man she loved. Joyce and Galen were... well, nothing was set in stone. No need to broadcast it to the world just

curiosity fading. He wasn't the type to fish

"Alright, I won't ask."

closer, lowering his

"What are you up to? You just took your medicine-your mouth is probably bitter. Don't even think

Even had some jelly

a show of

believe you

giggled, pushing his

She was

off

thwarted and a bit achy, groaned.

iket

out laughing. "Really? Trying to outdo me in flexibility? been dancing for twenty years, you think you can beat