Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1189

Gilbert felt a sharp pang in his heart.

He tried to explain himself, saying he just wanted to cheer her up, but it only made her even more upset.

He opened his mouth to say something—

"Daddy!"

Jenna came trotting down the stairs, waving her "pop quiz" paper high in the air and thrusting it toward Gilbert.

"Look! Check it out, Daddy!"

"Alright, let's see."

Gilbert had no choice but to shift his attention to his daughter for the moment. He bent down, scooping her up. "Let's have a look... Wow, a perfect score! Jenna, you're amazing!"

"Over here!"

Jenna pointed to the couch. "You have to sit down and look at it properly!"

"You got it!"

When it came to his daughter, Gilbert never said no.

...

Later that evening, Sherilyn came out of the bathroom, hair still damp from her shower. Gilbert was leaning against the headboard, phone in hand, talking quietly.

"Yeah, let's do it that way. Talk soon."

"Hanging up in such

teasing, "Who was

he handed her the

"If you say so..."

over his lips, her tone edged with

she pulled back the covers and lay down with her

he'd kept things

shoulder, sounding genuinely apologetic. "I kept it from you because I was afraid you'd be upset-like now.

how that

at him. "What else are you

like he was

him. She held out her hand. "Give me your

for?" Gilbert hesitated,

Sherilyn immediately withdrew her hand. "Forget

handing her the phone. Was she

helpfully added, "The passcode

took the phone without hesitation and swiped the screen.

was a photo of

the passcode. Another

screen was

of her-

in full costume,

as the

did he

shook her head and pushed the thought aside, scrolling through his

his personal phone-hardly anyone had this number.