Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 463

"Ha!" Sherilyn couldn't help it; she burst out laughing.

"Funny?" Gilbert didn't see what was so humorous.

"It's not that..."

Sherilyn tried to hold back her laughter, but the sparkle of amusement in her eyes didn't fade one bit. "Mr. Gilbert, you've just laid your cards on the table, you know?"

"What cards?" Gilbert was clueless.

"Oh, dear..."

With a soft sigh, Sherilyn wondered if she really had to spell it out for him.

Alright then.

She bit the bullet and said, "Going by your logic, you'd bend over backwards for Caroline, cater to her every whim. You're head over heels for..." "Sherilyn!" Gilbert's face darkened, attempting to cut her off.

Sherilyn, feigning deafness, arched an eyebrow, "Getting defensive? Can't handle the truth?"

She reached up to adjust his tie.

He must have been in a rush leaving the house; his tie was a mess.

"Mr. Gilbert, because you can't marry the one you love, you think marriage is something you can just settle for?"

She said with a smile, carefully loosening his tie before straightening it again.

Gilbert looked down, suddenly grasping her delicate fingers, "Can you be serious for a moment? What's between us has nothing to do with Caroline. Why do you keep bringing her up?"

Not allowed to mention her?

Sherilyn's lips curved into a wry smile as her laughter faded, "Fine, I'll be direct then. I won't marry you."

"Why?" Gilbert's gaze narrowed, "Because you think I don't love you?"

Of course not.

Whether he loved her wasn't her concern.

But she couldn't very well say that.

Sherilyn stared at him in disbelief, "Why would it be what I think? Aren't you the one who's unsure? Talking marriage under these circumstances is premature. What do I look like to you? Some stray cat or dog you can treat so carelessly?"

Gilbert paused, "That's not what I meant, I just..."

He had never loved anyone before.

He genuinely didn't know what it meant to love.

"Can't figure it out? Then don't bother."

With his tie now neat, Sherilyn let go,

no longer wanting to continue the

"...Alright."

"It's getting late

o the dance studio, will you?" belongs to NovelDrama.Org

The drive was silent.

As the car stopped in front of the dance studio, Sherilyn unbuckled her seat belt.

"Sherilyn." Gilbert leaned closer, embracing her.

Sherilyn, clutching her backpack, smiled faintly. "Any longer and I'll be late."

"Sherilyn, give me some time..." Gilbert gently stroked her hair, saying, "I'll give you a clear answer, the one you're looking for."Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

After saying that, he released her. "Go on in."

"...Okay."

Sherilyn got out of the car, slightly dazed.

"What did he just say... what am I looking for? Did he even understand what he was saying?" she thought.

Sherilyn couldn't figure it out and didn't have the energy to try.

Because Jenna was about to be admitted to the hospital. It was time for her regular check-up,

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comprehensive tests, and necessary clinical treatment.

It usually took three to five days.

Kids, unlike adults, are more attached to their belongings and familiar scents. Staying in the hospital meant bringing all her usual stuff.

To prepare, Sherilyn and Sophia had been busy packing, not even forgetting Jenna's little blanket.

For this, Sherilyn had even requested time off from the studio in advance.

Early in

Shermorning, Gilbert dropped

her off

She at the dance studio, and

barely set foot inside

she was heading out the back door.

She caught a taxi to Sunset Ridge Community, where Sophia and Jenna were waiting for her.

"Mommy!"

Jenna leaped into Sherilyn's arms, and with Sophia carrying the luggage, they headed to the hospital together.