Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

When seeing Sherilyn on the couch, Gilbert's charming green eyes narrowed in displeasure. "Why didn't you answer the door?"

'Because I didn't have the strength.' Sherilyn thought to herself silently.

But she didn't explain but only shook her head. She knew that any explanation was just an excuse in his eyes.

When someone dislikes you, even your breathing seems to bother them.

Sherilyn felt uncomfortable and asked directly, "What brings you here?"

He didn't even want to see her, did he?

"Hmph, you think I actually wanted to be here?" Gilbert's disdain for her was palpable as he gave her a cold look. "Grandma sent me to ensure you got on your flight!" Oh, so that was it.

Sherilyn's heart sank. What was she still hoping for?

"Where's your luggage? Upstairs?" Gilbert was growing impatient. To him, every extra moment in this place, every additional glance at Sherilyn, was a torment!

Sherilyn nodded, then shook her head. "It's upstairs, but I haven't finished packing..."

She was supposed to continue packing when she got home the night before. But she felt unwell and fell asleep.

"What?" After hearing that, Gilbert's expression turned colder. "You have all day to do nothing, and you can't even pack a suitcase?"

Seeing Sherilyn's dazed expression, anger surged within him. She couldn't possibly be thinking of staying, could she?

He snapped, urging her forward. "What are you spacing out for? Get packing now!"

"Oh, okay." Sherilyn nodded blankly and hurried upstairs.

Just walking those few steps, she broke out in a cold sweat. Something was off. She felt her forehead. It was burning hot! Even the air she exhaled felt like fire! She had a fever. It must have been from getting caught in the rain the day before.

Her first instinct was to go to her room and get some cold medicine. As she was about to take it, she stopped abruptly.

She was pregnant and couldn't take the medicine! Whether or not she wanted to keep the baby was still uncertain, but as long as it was in her womb, she had to protect it.

"Ugh..." Her stomach churned violently.

Sherilyn covered her mouth, rushed into the bathroom, and clung to the toilet as she vomited profusely. When she finally stopped, she felt utterly drained.

She turned on the tap, rinsed her mouth, and splashed water on her face, trying to lower her scorching body temperature.

"Sherilyn!" Gilbert's low, slightly hoarse voice sounded impatient.

It was Gilbert coming up to hurry her.

Upon entering, he saw she hadn't finished packing. "Sherilyn, where are you? Come out!"

"Coming." Sherilyn wiped her face and stepped out of the bathroom. With a pale complexion, her voice was faint.

"Mr. Gilbert Johnson." Gone was the usual affection in her voice. Sherilyn called him by his full name. "Can I, can I possibly leave tomorrow instead?"

She was feeling unwell, afraid she might faint on the plane alone, with no one to turn to.

"What's the play now?" Gilbert frowned, suspicious.

"You're trying another trick? What, after the hospital visit yesterday, trying to plead with Caroline and getting blocked by me, you're looking for another angle?" Was that all she amounted to in his eyes?

"No, it's not like that..." Sherilyn looked at him with bright eyes, struggling to hold back her tears. "I'm not feeling well. I need to see a doctor..."

"Enough!" Gilbert cut her off abruptly.

After scrutinizing her face for a moment, he smirked dismissively. "Pretending to be sick again? You think I'm going to fall for that?"

His tone hardened, "Even if it's true, how bad can it be? Caroline lost her baby and is lying in the hospital, but here you are, standing fine! Just bear with it. You won't die!" Sherilyn was stunned, her mouth agape. "I..."

Gilbert ignored her, walking straight into the wardrobe to fetch the already-packed suitcase.