Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1191

Through the closed door, Gilbert could hear the sound of running water from the bathroom.

He frowned, feeling a strange sense of déjà vu.

Just now, Sherilyn had really pulled away from him.

He’d seen her like this before.

It had been a long time ago—over a year, actually—back when Sherilyn had first come back to Sunhaven.

Without even realizing it, Gilbert had started to feel possessive of her, like she was someone he just couldn’t let go of.

Back then, when he tried to get close to her, she reacted the same way—pulling away, tense and guarded. It had been obvious, almost painful.

But later, she accepted him. They’d been together for ages now—shared everything, been through the most intimate things countless times. She’d never acted like that again.

So, he’d let it go, convinced it was just the past.

But tonight—why was she shutting him out again?

And what else…?

He was lost in thought when the water finally shut off.

Pulling himself together, Gilbert knocked softly on the door. “Sherilyn? Can you hear me? Are you okay in there? Would you open the door, please?”

He knew there was a spare key for the bathroom, just in case.

“I’m going to get the key, alright?”

But still, nothing from inside.

Gilbert turned away, ready to fetch the spare.

Suddenly, the door swung open.

“Sherilyn?” Relief surged through him as he turned back quickly.

But the feeling froze in an instant.

Sherilyn stood in the doorway, looking pale as a ghost. She’d washed her face—her skin was still wet, beads of water clinging to her cheeks. Even her hair was damp, the ends dripping onto her shoulders and down her t-shirt.

She clenched her fists, shoulders hunched up like she was bracing herself against a storm.

“Sherilyn…”

“Fine.”

Sherilyn didn’t wait for more conversation; she walked past him, pulled back the covers, and lay down, turning away. She closed her eyes, clearly done talking for the night.

Gilbert just stood there a moment, dumbfounded, before finally crawling into his own half of the bed. He lay facing her back, the space between them wide enough for a third person to fit.

“Sherilyn…”

He hesitated, voice barely above a whisper. “Are you asleep?”

No response—she didn’t move, didn’t say a word.

Gilbert exhaled softly. “Alright. I won’t bother you. Goodnight.”

…

It was a long, restless night.

…

When morning came, Gilbert woke to find her in exactly the same position as last night, as if she hadn’t moved an inch.