Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

CHAPTER 190

That wasn’t an innovative defense mechanism. Plenty of girls resorted to it.

“Is that so?” Gilbert suddenly calmed down, blinking with an innocence that bordered on foolishness.

So, that was it. Gilbert misunderstood Sherilyn and wondered, ‘What was I thinking? I should have realized sooner! Instead, I’ve unjustly snapped at Sherilyn!‘

“Sherilyn…”

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Not in the mood to hear him out, Sherilyn turned to leave..

“Sherilyn!” Gilbert hurriedly caught the man’s–shirt from falling off the chair,

and suddenly, he found it appealing. With a swift move, he slid into it. Surprisingly, it fit perfectly.

Sherilyn didn’t look at him when she told him to leave. “It’s getting late. I need

to rest.”

“Okay.” Gilbert nodded but acted as if he hadn’t heard her.

While buttoning up the shirt, he approached her, trying to appease her, “Sherilyn, it fits. What a coincidence. It’s my size.”

Sherilyn didn’t engage. “Are you leaving or not?”

Reading Sherilyn’s mood, Gilbert could tell she was genuinely upset.

“Let’s call it a night then.’ He thought and nodded, “I’ll go.”

Sherilyn got up to see him out.

At the door, Gilbert lingered.

“Sherilyn.” He murmured, “I’ll treat you better from now on.”

Sherilyn was speechless. Indeed, Gilbert had been treating her differently lately.

But, so what? Did that mean she had to accept him just because he was good to her? There were plenty of others she could consider. Gilbert was long out of the game.

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Sherilyn shook her head. “I appreciate your help tonight, but like I said…” Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Sherilyn.” His face was serious, but there was a slight bitter smile. “I know I wasn’t good to you before and haven’t been much better to myself.”

Gilbert had never lived for himself. He lived for the Johnson family, for his brother Francis. In his eyes, everything about the Johnson family had to come first. But he couldn’t share the reasons behind that with Sherilyn.

He could only offer a vague smile. “You’ll see. I’ll prove it to you.”

Sherilyn was about to speak when Gilbert interrupted her. “It’s late. Get inside. Goodnight.”

“Oh, one more thing,” Gilbert remembered to ask, “What scent is your shampoo?”

Huh? Sherilyn was momentarily shocked. What kind of question was that?

But it was easy to answer, “White Strawberry and mint.”

“Got it.” Gilbert smiled, “Close the door. Goodnight. I’m off.”

He turned and disappeared into the dark hallway.

Sherilyn quietly closed the door, pondering Gilbert’s words. What did he meant by saying he hadn’t been much better to himself?

Though Sherilyn’s grandmother and Sylvia had known each other for years, Sherilyn only occasionally visited the Johnson family and wasn’t close to Gilbert until she got adopted at fifteen.

She remembered Gilbert always shadowing Francis, obeying his every command. If Francis wanted the stars, Gilbert would go through fire and water to fetch them and probably bring back the moon.

Back then, Sylvia was proud of the strong bond between her grandsons. What was wrong with that? Sherilyn couldn’t figure it out.

Wait a minute. Sherilyn suddenly recalled something Gilbert had said about a praying mantis at TeeMall. What was that about? Immediately, she grabbed her phone, opened a search engine, and typed “praying mantis.“