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

headed towards the bathroom, glancing back at Gilbert. "You want to use the one in

"Sure."

agreed and left for his own room to

of shaving when his phone started buzzing-Francis's name flashed

Gilbert picked

Francis sounded heavier than usual, almost grave.

in silence. His face changed, brows drawing

there as soon as

up, rubbing his temples, but the tension wouldn't budge. The uneasy feeling

Something big just happened.

At the hospital.

after nine, Joyce let out a

just wrapped a night shift, handed over

out of the ER building, she

distance, she caught sight of Gilbert just

"Huh?"

from her

didn't want to bug you during handover-I

was even more confused now, her

at the bridal shop

Cooper, with your memory, I knew you wouldn't forget.

I

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