Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1187

Here's an adapted, localized version in Western/European style, with idiomatic, natural English, and Western cultural references:

Gilbert froze, his face turning a little pale. "That's not what I meant. I just..."

"Hey, why so nervous?"

Sherilyn waved her hand dismissively, her earlier sarcastic expression gone. "Relax, I'm just messing with you."

She gave him a gentle shove. "Look, I know you know what you're doing. I trust you. Go on."

Inside, someone was still screaming their head off.

Gilbert pointed toward the commotion, a little flustered. "Just wait for me in the car, okay? I'll be right out. As soon as she starts her treatment, I'll come find you and we'll leave together."

Sherilyn tilted her head, gave a little smile, and nodded. "Alright."

"Promise me you'll wait? Just... please wait for me."

He said it as if repeating it would make it true, then turned on his heel and hurried into the hospital room.

The small smile slid right off Sherilyn's face as soon as he was gone. Without missing a beat, she spun around and headed for the exit, picking up speed until she was nearly jogging.

Hearing footsteps behind her, Gilbert suddenly glanced back, his mind blank. "Sherilyn!" he shouted after her.

didn't slow down.

...

outside,

go," she said,

who'd been quietly trailing her all along,

furrowed. She didn't bother explaining.

wide, and quickly signaled the driver. "You

worked for

to know that, while her

when she got serious,

Gilbert, actually. Maybe it was something about the Johnson family upbringing, or the fact

were heading back

South Wing, Candida quietly texted Gilbert to

know Sherilyn was home.

was doing and just gave

worried that Sherilyn

she

reason she'd moved in to begin

make a rash move. If anything

her eyes, pushing the

approval, did she really think she could just get up

up with this man. It was like she'd fallen into a trap, and now every move she made