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

Chapter 381 

Chapter 381 

Sherilyn sat frozen, a storm of emotions having just passed, leaving her in a state of 

maybe? Playing the role of a shield was never easy, 

confusion. He’s gone. Gone for? 

especially having to watch Gilbert and his… sister–in–law get all flirty. Ugh. 

She rested her hand gentl 

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 

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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.