Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Gilbert..." Sherilyn pressed against his shoulder, shaking her head in resistance. "You need to stop!"

"Why?"

Gilbert's voice was husky, with a rising intonation, "You want me too, don't you?"

She was in his arms, he could feel it.

He gently pecked at her soft cheeks, "Follow your heart, no need to hold back, we're already husband and wife..."

His eyes shimmered with a faint blue glow, "We haven't been intimate in so long, it's not healthy."

"You..."

Sherilyn blushed at his words.

In a low voice, she said, "It's not a good time!"

"Huh?"

Gilbert paused, looking at her questioningly. "Not a good time? You mean 'that time of the month'? Is it these days?" "Yeah."

Sherilyn nodded, her face turning even redder.

"You're not kidding?" Gilbert was persistent. "Let me see..."

"Gilbert!"

Sherilyn panicked, realizing what he was about to do, trying to grab his arm, but it was too late.

Gilbert's hand moved downward...

And then, his expression froze.

He bowed his head, burying it in her neck, filled with regret. She hadn't lied to him...

After a while, he muttered, "This is torture..."

Then, he let her go and sprang up from the bed, rushing into the bathroom. "I need a cold shower!"

From the bathroom, the sound of running water echoed.

Sherilyn covered her face, mortified...

...

After Gilbert had taken his shower and came downstairs, Sherilyn was already in the dining room.

She had visited his room earlier to freshen up.

Her pretty face was tense. Upon hearing him approach, she didn't even glance his way, not offering him the slightest bit of attention. She simply said coldly, "Let's eat, and after dinner, take your medication."

"Okay."

Gilbert grimaced, he had been a bit too impatient earlier.

Pulling out a chair, he sat down next to her.

"Sherilyn."

Trying to gauge her mood, Gilbert pulled out a small box from his pocket and placed it in front of her.

Sherilyn glanced at it. Was it for her?

He had just given her a wristwatch few days ago, and now this? The box looked a bit smaller, a bit flatter.

Sentent belongs to

Seeing that she remained silent, Gilbert opened the box himself and pushed it a bit closer to her.

This time, Sherilyn got a clear view.

She paused... it was a bracelet, the one she had tried on at TeeMall yesterday.

He had actually gone and bought it for her?

"Candida mentioned you tried it on yesterday."

Gilbert took out the bracelet, attempting to hold her hand. "Let's see how it looks on you."

It indeed looked beautiful on her.

"It suits you."

Gilbert held her hand, caressing her fingers. "Do you like it?"

Sherilyn didn't speak, but he could tell, "You like it, right?"

She remained silent, but her expression had softened considerably compared to before. "Sherilyn."

Gilbert held her hand to his lips. "Anything you like, I'll get it for you."

Under the light, his eyes sparkled.

Sherilyn felt a twinge in her heart, words she had been holding back finally found their way out.

"Last night, you drank too much, you skipped your medication...

"I might not understand everything about the Harrison family affairs, but you should think things through... think about Jenna, she hasn'teven called you 'Dad' yet..."

Gilbert stiffened.

So, Sherilyn wasn't angry about earlier! She was worried about him!

He straightened up, opening his arms wide and embraced her. "I'm sorry for worrying you."

Sherilyn hit his back lightly, "Don't

just apologize! Take things seriously! If you continue like you did last night... then stop wasting your time with me! We might as well call it quits!"