Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?
Chapter 381

Sherilyn sat frozen, a storm of emotions having just passed, leaving her in a state of confusion. He's gone. Gone for good, maybe? Playing the role of a shield was never easy, especially having to watch Gilber and his... sister-in-law get all flirty. Ugh.

She rested her hand gently on her stomach, whispering a silent prayer. If only some divine intervention could grant her wish to bear a child! Watching Gilbert and Caroline exchanging glances filled with affection was more than she could bear.

Downstairs, Gilbert hadn't managed to shake off his foul mood.

Caroline noticed immediately. Taking his jacket from him, she flashed a sly grin. "Did leaving me here get her all worked up?"

"No," Gilbert replied, shaking his head, though feeling an uncomfortable tightness in his chest.

Caroline let out a scoff. "Don't lie to me. I can tell she's upset. But why should she be? I knew you long before she was even born. Why should she be upset? She's not your wife. Even if she was, she has no right to show me attitude..."

Her words only added to Gilbert's irritation.

"Caroline, it's getting late. You should head to bed," he said, before turning to walk upstairs.

Caroline paused, puzzled. Was he annoyed with her, or was he just eager to console Sherilyn?

Gripping the jacket tighter, she glared at Gilbert's back, eyes practically spitting fire.

"Gilbert, oh, Gilbert."

Sherilyn hadn't expected Gilbert to come back so soon. Without turning on the light, he laid down beside her and wrapped his arm around her.

Taking a deep breath, Sherilyn could smell his cologne mixed with a hint of antiseptic.

Despite her resolve, she couldn't help but speak, "Can you... maybe sleep in the guest room tonight?"

Instead of letting go, Gilbert pulled her closer. "This is my bed. I belong here."

Sherilyn sat up abruptly. "Just for tonight, please? Consider it a favor."

"Sherilyn," Gilbert said, turning on the bedside lamp. His face was shadowed.

"It's late. How long do you plan to keep this up?"

"I'm not making a scene," she replied, taking a deep breath. "You smell... It's making me uncomfortable. I can't sleep."

"What smell?" Gilbert sniffed at his pajama top. "I don't smell anything."

It's hard to notice your own scent.

Sherilyn just stared at him, silent.

Gilbert's mood darkened further, sensing she was picking a fight. After a moment's thought, he decided to compromise. "Fine, I'll take a shower." Seizing the moment he headed to the bathroom, Sherilyn grabbed her pillow and dashed out of the room. If he wouldn't go to the guest room, then she would. Tonight, she just couldn't share a bed with him.

"Sherilyn!" Gilbert turned at the sound of her footsteps, but he was too late. By the time he reached the door, Sherilyn had already slammed it shut in his face. "Sherilyn!" He tried the doorknob, but it was locked from the inside.

"What's going on?"

Caroline had come upstairs, drawn by the noise.

Seeing Gilbert locked out, she couldn't help but sneer. "Is this how she always treats you?"