Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 360

"Yeah, sure." Francis nodded faintly, releasing his grip. His gaze briefly swept over Rebecca, then fell silent.

Inside the room, Gilbert sat on the edge of the bed. "Sherilyn."

Sherilyn turned her back to him, eyes closed, ignoring him.

Gilbert wasn't surprised by that. From his angle, he could see Sherilyn's trembling eyelashes. Gilbert turned his head, glancing at the table with fever patches, an ice pack, bottles of antiseptic, and rolls of bandages. Suddenly, he felt a lump in his throat, his mind boiling with frustration and turmoil. "Sherilyn." He leaned over, enveloping Sherilyn and the blanket in his arms. In a muffled voice, he said, "I'm sorry. I've been such a jerk. I let you suffer."

Still facing away, Sherilyn thought about Gilbert's actions that day, feeling anger surging!

"Get away from me! Let go!" She struggled in his embrace.

"Sherilyn, Sherilyn!" Gilbert caught her hands. "I know you're angry. Here, hit me, hit me! As long as it makes you feel better, anything goes!"

"Really?" Sherilyn glared, teeth clenched. "You think I won't dare?"

Suddenly, she raised her hand.

"Do it!" Gilbert tilted his face upwards. "Hit me until you feel relieved!"

"Fine!" Sherilyn didn't strike with her hand but instead kicked out.

"Oof!" Gilbert grunted, doubling over to clutch his abdomen. His voice was weak, "Sherilyn... you can hit me, but... not kick randomly."Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

What happened? Seeing his face turn green, Sherilyn guessed she might have hit a sensitive spot. Couldn't be, right?

She didn't feel sorry for him, but she still needed him. Why did she feel so conflicted?

"Why? Why?" Suddenly losing

control, Sherilyn burst into tears. "Why did you have to show

you leave me alone for a white

don't want to see you! Go away! Go!"

It wasn't love that kept her with him! She just wanted a child! Other than that, couldn't they not see each other? But he wouldn't allow it. Not just that, he had to bully her like that!

Sherilyn suddenly grabbed his collar, trembling, "Why is it so hard to avoid you now?"

Back in Crestwood, why didn't he

come for them when she struggled

to survive with Jenna? It should

l

have been easy for him to find someone if he wanted to! But he just abandoned her, without a word, for four years!

Hatred flashed in her eyes, and she wished she could strangle him. "Jerk! Jerk!"

"Yes, I'm a jerk!" Gilbert closed his eyes tightly, not arguing, admitting his faults, "Don't cry, it's all my fault! I won't dare again! Never!"

Hmm? Sherilyn didn't expect him to react like that. She was somewhat stunned, unable to read him. Was the proud, invincible Mr. Gilbert bowing his head?

"Sherilyn." At the door, Francis entered, pushing a wheelchair.

Sherilyn looked up through her tear-stained eyes, choking up, "Fran."

"Hey." Francis moved closer, raising his hand and holding a handkerchief toward her. "Wipe your tears. Your eyes are all swollen."

"Mm..." Sherilyn obediently took the handkerchief, covering her eyes.

Francis's raised hand gently rested on her head, patting it softly as he did many years ago.

In a soothing voice, he comforted, "There, there, Sherilyn. No more crying, okay?"