Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

That Night

Rebecca White lay asleep in her dorm room. Suddenly, she sat up in the dark, her hands fumbling around as if searching for something. Finally, her fingers wrapped around her pillow. She let out a big sigh of relief and hugged it tightly to her chest, murmuring softly,

"There, there..."

She wandered around the room, still clutching the pillow. Out of nowhere, she bumped into the coat rack, hitting her forehead hard. She froze, her eyes staring blankly ahead before her eyelids drooped, and she collapsed onto the floor.

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The Next Morning

It was breakfast time. Gilbert Johnson grimaced as he finished his morning medicine, popping a piece of dried fruit into his mouth. He turned to Sherilyn and asked, "Are all the papers ready?" "Yes," Sherilyn replied calmly with a nod.

He was referring to the documents needed for Jenna's school registration. Over the past few days, she had finally decided to get it done. Any more delays would affect Jenna's ability to start school.

At the mention of this, a smile played at the corners of Gilbert's eyes and lips, "Where are the papers?"

"In my bag," Sherilyn said, raising an eyebrow at him. "I'll give them to you in the car. What's the rush? You think I'd lose them?"

"You're right," Gilbert chuckled, nodding. He thought to himself that it wasn't so much about losing them as it was about her changing her mind at the last minute. Now that Jenna was on his register, Sherilyn couldn't easily walk away. She was destined to be his wife! Before long, they were out the door. In the car, Sherilyn handed him a folder from her bag.

"Here," she said.

"Great." Gilbert carefully tucked it away. "I'll have Charles handle it today. We also need to notify the school."

Sherilyn didn't have much to add. These were things she trusted Gilbert to manage.

The car pulled up at the film studio, and Gilbert dropped her off at the set, giving her a reminder as she got out.

"I'll pick you up tonight."

"Got it," Sherilyn waved him off, not looking back as she headed inside.

"Honestly..." Gilbert muttered under his breath, "She doesn't even glance my way."

But his lips soon curled into a smile. Given how things were between them now, what more could he wish for? He was happier than he could express.

That evening, Sherilyn finished work. Gilbert was already there, waiting by the car.

"Hop in," he called.

"Is it too late?" Sherilyn asked once she was seated.

"Not at all, Gilbert replied, flexing his left hand. He had recently taken off the sling, and while his pinky finger was@egaining sensation, it still

wasn't very agile.

"We scheduled this in advance." They were headed to a high-end boutique to try on outfits for Naylor Harrison and Katy's wedding anniversary celebration. Sherilyn only had evenings free, so this was the time they had arranged.

"What about Jenna?" Sherilyn inquired about their daughter.

"She's already on her way with someone to pick her up. She should be on the road now. Don't worry, Sophia is with her, and the security team is keeping an eye out."

Sherilyn was reassured; there hadn't been any incidents involving her daughter lately.

When they arrived at the boutique, Sophia and Jenna were still on their way.

"Sherilyn, why don't you try on your dress first?" Gilbert suggested. "Once Jenna gets here, she'll need all the attention."

Being their little princess, she was naturally doted on.

"Alright," Sherilyn agreed, seeing the logic, and followed the staff into the fitting room.

"Sherilyn, are you ready?" Gilbert called from outside just as she was changing into the dress.

"Not yet..." Sherilyn started to reply, but the folding door of the fitting room suddenly swung open.

She was facing away from the entrance, the zipper at the back of her dress not fully done, revealing a glimpse of her smooth, pale skine Gilbert's gaze darkened as he slipped inside, quickly wrapping his arms around her waist, his lips brushing against the bare skin of her back.