Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Sherilyn shut her eyes tight, saying without a second thought, "Don't hold me like this. I can't sleep when you do." "Why?" Gilbert was stunned. "Haven't we always slept like this before?"

Sherilyn snorted disdainfully. "You said it yourself it was before. Can now be the same as before?"

She had returned with him, but that didn't mean everything was water under the bridge.

Sherilyn cut to the chase. "I don't want you to touch me... for now."

Gilbert's arms around her stiffened slightly. "For now? How long is that?"

"I don't know." Sherilyn shook her head. "I can't give you an answer to something even I'm unclear about."This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

She thought 'for now' would become 'forever' if she was pregnant by some chance.

Seeing he remained silent, Sherilyn raised her voice, "What, you have a problem with that?"

She wasn't afraid of his reluctance.

After all, for the sake of Caroline, he still needed her!

As expected, after a lengthy silence, Gilbert relented. "Okay."

However, as soon as he said that, he pulled her closer.

Sherilyn was puzzled.

"Sherilyn." Before she could react, Gilbert's soft words brushed her ear, "You can have it your way. But could you promise me you would forget about Edgar and give us a chance?"

After speaking, he let her go. "Sleep tight. Good night."

Then, he turned over, facing away from her.

Sherilyn's eyes were wide open in the darkness, her mind buzzing. What did he mean by that? Wasn't their arrangement purely transactional, and he wanted to dictate her feelings? Wasn't that asking for too much? She hadn't minded that he always thought of Caroline.

Eventually, fatigue overcame her,

and Sherilyn fell asleep. Throughout

the night, the person beside her

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seemed to get up several times, changing the ice packs, giving her water, and even changing her sweat-drenched nightgown.

Things finally settled down by dawn, and Sherilyn's sleep deepened, dark and sweet.

When she woke up again, slightly

disoriented, she was alone in the room. Her phone's ring had awakened her. It was Jenna (Sophia's contact name on the phone).

"Hey, Jenna," Sherilyn's tone softened immediately.

"Mommy," Jenna's voice was sweet and tender, "Mommy, you went out yesterday without saying goodbye. I didn't see you at home."

Sherilyn softened her voice. "Are you upset, sweetie?"

Jenna's sweet voice came through, "Just a little. Mommy, are you feeling better? Isn't work too tiring?"

Sherilyn's heart melted, warmed by Jenna's concern. Jenna was her little angel! She would manage for her little angel no matter how difficult Gilbert

was.

"Don't worry, Jenna. Mommy is fine."

After talking to Jenna and checking the time, Sherilyn realized it was almost noon.

Feeling unexpectedly refreshed and completely comfortable, she got out of bed, walked over to the window, and pulled back the curtains.

The sunlight poured in, making her shield her eyes.

"Sherilyn!" Gilbert entered just then. Sherilyn turned around, bewildered at the man striding toward her with anger. What then?

"Don't you have any sense?" Gilbert was by her side in a few strides, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her as if she were a child. "Me?" Sherilyn was confused. "What did I do?"

Everything was fine, so why was he angry?

"You're asking me?" Gilbert set her down on the bed. "Wait here!"

He stormed off to the closet and returned moments later with a pair of socks, kneeling before her. Taking her ankles in his hands, he stretched out the socks and carefully put them on her.

Like the rest of her, her feet were slender and smooth, but her toes were adorably round.