Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1182

Chapter 1182

Here's your text adapted into a natural, Western-style contemporary novel. I've swapped in Western names, foods, customs, and colloquial phrasing for a seamless, local feel:

Sherilyn glanced at her recent calls. Sure enough, the last one less than a minute long-had been with Francis.

"Oh."

She pursed her lips, not saying anything more.

Guess I was just overthinking it.

...

The next morning.

Gilbert was barely awake when Sherilyn sat up as well.

"You could sleep in a bit longer, you know," he mumbled.

"Nah, I'm up." Sherilyn stifled a yawn. "Rebecca and Joyce will be here soon."

"Wait, that's today?" Gilbert's memory jogged.

Sherilyn had told him before: she'd asked Rebecca White and Joyce to be her bridesmaids.

Of course, the Harrison family was footing the bill for their dresses.

Sherilyn nodded. "We're

glancing back at Gilbert. "You want to use the one

"Sure."

his own room to

was in the middle of shaving when his phone started

bro." Gilbert picked

heavier than usual, almost grave.

His face

be there as soon as I

budge.

Something big just happened.

At the hospital.

Joyce let out a yawning

just wrapped a night shift, handed over her

building, she headed for the parking

sight of Gilbert just getting

"Huh?"

phone from her jacket pocket and dialed

didn't want to bug you during handover-I was

confused now, her post-shift

we are meeting at the bridal

your memory, I knew you wouldn't forget. It's

I

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