Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



"What did you say?" Sherilyn caught his murmur, her face scrunched up in annoyance, "You don't want to?" "It's not that..."

Gilbert broke into a cold sweat, shaking his head frantically, "Of course, I want to."

"Oh."

Sherilyn seemed satisfied, closing her eyes and leaning back.

That was close!

Gilbert silently breathed a sigh of relief, watching Sherilyn lean back. Worried she might be uncomfortable, he grabbed a soft pillow and handed it to her, "Here, Sherilyn, lean on this..."

Sherilyn acted as if she hadn't heard, giving no response.

Gilbert had no choice but to move closer, propping the pillow behind her.

Seeing her hair fall over her shoulders, he lifted his arm, gently brushing it aside and tucking it behind her ear.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Then, his gaze darkened, reluctant to let go.

Being so close, he could smell her faint, sweet fragrance.

Gilbert's eyes softened, and for a moment, he lost control, leaning in as his lips approached hers.

Just as their lips were about to meet...

"...?" Sherilyn, as if sensing something, suddenly opened her eyes.

Caught in the act, Gilbert's scalp tightened.

"Were you about to kiss me?" Sherilyn's gaze was half groggy, half lucid, her voice soft.

"I..." Gilbert's adam's apple bobbed nervously, his palms sweating, "May I?"

"Do you feel that lonely?" Sherilyn seemed puzzled.

Then, she sighed, "I don't want you to kiss me. Go find someone else... After all, it's not your first time..." "Sherilyn?"

Gilbert felt a cold shiver, tangled in a desire to explain.

"I..."

But Sherilyn had already closed her eyes again, hugging the pillow he had just adjusted for her, mumbling something under her breath. "Sherilyn, what did you say?"

Gilbert couldn't make it out and leaned in closer.

Sherilyn seemed to have fallen asleep, slowly quieting down, but her eyelashes were wet, resting on her eyelids.

Had Sherilyn cried?

Gilbert felt a pang in his heart-it was his fault!

The issue with Karol, without a doubt, had hurt her...

It was he who hadn't provided her with a sense of security...

Gilbert opened his arms, gently embracing her. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again, don't be afraid..."

Having stayed up late and drunk the

night before, Sherilyn unusually until

dalmost nine o'clock the ne

day.

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Since the new show started filming, she'd been getting up no later than seven.

"Is it that time already?"

Sherilyn hurriedly took a shower, feeling much refreshed, and changed her clothes before heading downstairs.

She picked up her phone, ready to contact her bodyguard.

"Awake?"

As she reached the ground floor and looked up, there was Gilbert, his left arm in a sling, smiling at her. "Why are you here?" Sherilyn asked, puzzled.

Home?

Gilbert liked the sound of that, smiling even wider, "Don't remember what happened last night?"

"Oh..." Sherilyn then remembered, last night, he had come to pick her up from the set.

But, shouldn't he be in the hospital by now?

"Discharged."

Gilbert glanced at his left hand,

moving his fingers slightly, "It's been

two weeks, and the treatment's

stopped. The rest of the recovery

will take time anyway, no point staying in the hospital."

"I see."

Sherilyn nodded, checking the time on her phone, "I have to go, I'm already late..."

As she walked past Gilbert, he grabbed her.

"You just got up and haven't eaten

anything, right? How do you

after drinking last night? Deelne

still hurt?"

"I'm fine, really, I have to go..."

Just then, her phone beeped.

A message from Naomi.

【Sherilyn, your scenes got pushed to the afternoon. I'll come pick you up after lunch.】