Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1009

By the time Gilbert emerged from Jenna's room and sauntered downstairs, he noticed Sherilyn was nowhere in sight.

The dining table was spotless, and a lone plate, rinsed clean, sat in the sink.

Raising an eyebrow, Gilbert wondered, had Sherilyn polished off that pizza all by herself?

He pivoted and made his way back upstairs, arriving at Sherilyn's door. Lifting his hand, he rapped lightly on it.

After waiting a moment without a response, he figured Sherilyn was probably taking a shower.

Gilbert turned back to his room, set down his phone, and walked into the walk-in closet to grab some clothes.

Once he emerged from the shower, drying his hair, he grabbed his phone and swiped the screen awake.

A message from Sherilyn lit up the screen, bringing an instant spark to his eyes.

【Yeah, it tasted pretty good, so I ate it all.】

"Ha," Gilbert chuckled softly, a warm pleasure bubbling inside him.

His cheeks flushed with heat, and suddenly, he flopped back onto the bed, covering his face with his hands.

He knew, without looking in a mirror, that he must be grinning like an idiot.

The old him could never have imagined finding such joy in someone simply enjoying a meal.

The phone rang.

It was Francis.

"Hello?" Gilbert instantly answered, his voice deepening, "Big bro."

"Yeah." Francis had called for a reason, "Find some time to bring Sherilyn and Jenna home for dinner, alright?"

Was his brother trying to mend fences?

Gilbert understood this as an olive branch, an apology of sorts.

He didn't refuse, "Alright, I'll talk to Sherilyn about it."

"Good."

"Big bro..." Gilbert hesitated, gripping the phone tighter, "I've fallen for someone."

Oh?

Francis paused, digesting this news.

After a moment, Gilbert took a deep breath and declared, "It's Sherilyn, big bro. I really like Sherilyn."

At the hospital, after consulting the doctor and undergoing several tests...

Jenna's results were stable, and Dr. Dalton prescribed her some follow-up medication, along with some advice.

As for Gilbert, his finger's circulation and sensitivity seemed fine, though movement was still limited to slight twitches without the ability to bend.

Sherilyn, frowning with concern, pressed, "So, when will he be able to move it properly?"

Surely, this wasn't permanent?

"It's hard to say," the doctor replied. "Fingers require delicate movement. Regaining full mobility after a reattachment is nearly impossible. However, with proper rehabilitation, achieving 70-80% functionality is achievable."

"Thank you, doctor."

Exiting the consultation room, Sherilyn looked downcast.

She reached for Jenna, "Let me hold her."

"No need."

Gilbert, cradling Jenna with one arm, shook his head, his gaze softening as he looked at Sherilyn, a pulse of emotion throbbing in his chest.

Unsure, he asked, "Sherilyn, are you worried about my hand?"