Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1111

Sherilyn opened the door, and the sight before her startled her, making her heart skip a beat.

Thankfully, just as she stumbled, Gilbert's eyes flickered open.

"..." Sherilyn paused for a moment, feeling the tension in her chest release. She averted her gaze, choosing not to look at him.

She walked past him, heading straight for the door.

"Sherilyn!"

Gilbert scrambled to his feet, chasing after her.

Downstairs in the dining room.

Sherilyn sat quietly, her head down as she picked at her food.

Gilbert approached, pulling out a chair to sit beside her. He watched her carefully, wanting to speak but unsure where to start.

His phone buzzed.

Gilbert glanced at the screen, swiping to answer.

"Yeah, it's me. Go ahead."

On the other end, someone spoke, though Sherilyn couldn't hear what was said.

He responded softly a few times, "Uh-huh, okay… got it."

After hanging up, Gilbert looked at Sherilyn, hesitating before choosing his words carefully.

"It was the bridal shop."

At this, Sherilyn's hand paused momentarily, but she kept her head down, continuing to eat.

Not knowing what she was thinking, Gilbert hesitated before continuing, "I mentioned it to you before, remember?"

A few days ago, he had proposed, and she had said yes.

Because his mother, Katy, was in a unique situation and couldn't help with the wedding plans, everything was up to them.

The bridal shop he contacted had a French designer who split their time between Sunhaven and France.

They had to align with the designer's schedule, and Gilbert had just received the news about the designer's availability in Sunhaven.

He needed to discuss it with Sherilyn, "When do you think you'd be available? We should set an appointment with them…"

"…"

"Hah!"

Sherilyn laughed bitterly, cutting him off, "You're asking me? How dare you? Am I the one letting Jenna down?"

She shook her arm free and ran outside.

"Sherilyn!"

The phone on the table rang—it was Charles.

Gilbert answered it while heading out the door, "Whatever it is, it’ll have to wait!"

By the time he reached outside, Sherilyn’s car was already pulling away.

Gilbert stood there, frustration boiling inside him. Luckily, Candida and the security detail were with her, so he didn’t worry about her safety.

A black Bentley pulled up in front of the South Building.

Charles stepped out, surprised not to see Sherilyn.

Lately, the two of them had been inseparable.

"Mr. Gilbert, where's Sherilyn? Hasn't she come out yet?"