Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

CHAPTER 183

Sherilyn spun around, her fury propelling her straight toward Gilbert. She grabbed him by the collar, her eyes bloodshot and filled with rage. “What unforgivable sin have I committed that you simply can’t let me be?”

Her Jenna was about to go under the knife! She never said it out loud, but William had mentioned every surgery came with risks. No surgeon could guarantee Jenna would come out of this unscathed! What if, by some. one–in–a–million chance, something happened to Jenna? That was why she had to get that limited–edition Minnie Mouse to Jenna before the surgery!

“It’s you!” Tears filled Sherilyn’s eyes, her heart trembling. “It’s all ruined! All because of you! Just go! Get out of here!”

She completely lost control, throwing a flurry of punches and kicks at him.

Gilbert didn’t fight back. For one, he never laid a hand on a woman, especially his own. And secondly, Gilbert was shocked. He never expected Sherilyn to break down in tears. Over a toy, she was crying as if she had lost a family

member.

Gilbert tried to soothe her. “Sherilyn, Sherilyn? Calm down.”

“Just go! I can’t stand the sight of you! Please, leave me alone!” Sherilyn shouted. She didn’t even glance at him.

“Sherilyn…” Seeing her utterly inconsolable, Gilbert resorted to force, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her like a child.

Sherilyn was stunned. What was he trying to do? It was never–ending, right?

“Gilbert, you put me down now!” she struggled against him.

“No!” Stubborn as she was, Gilbert matched her, deciding actions would speak louder than words. He carried her forward.

Still not letting go, huh? Sherilyn was furious. She lowered her head and bit into his neck as hard as she could.

“Ah!” Gilbert winced in pain. That bite was fierce as if she aimed to sever his neck. He hadn’t realized how fiery her spirit was, almost like a wild little beast, and he had no choice but to let her go.

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Sherilyn didn’t think twice before turning to run.

“Come back!” Gilbert saw it coming, grabbing her wrist and causing her to stumble. “If you run now, you can kiss that limited–edition Minnie Mouse goodbye.” © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

With that, he let go of her wrist.

Waving dismissively at Sherilyn. “Go on, then.”

What? Sherilyn was utterly confused. What did he mean by that?

Gilbert chuckled, not saying a word. Had the little beast calmed down? No more baring teeth? Well, that bite hurt like hell!

Gilbert touched the wound she’d inflicted. He could feel blood. Did she break

the skin?

“You think you’re some praying mantis?”

What? Sherilyn’s eyes widened more in confusion. What was he talking about? Gilbert looked quite happy, tapping at her head softly, “Even if you were a praying mantis, I haven’t done anything yet, and you bit my neck!”

“Praying mantis? What are you talking about?” Sherilyn was more puzzled. What did Gilbert mean by that? She knew every word he said but couldn’t get

its meaning.

“Stay here.” Gilbert wasn’t in the mood to explain. “You want that

limited–edition Minnie Mouse, heh? Keep quiet and no fuss. Don’t worry. You won’t need to camp out overnight.”

He then grabbed his phone and dialed a number. It rang twice before someone picked up.

Gilbert said, “It’s me.”

On the other end was Charles.

“Who’s the manager on duty at TeeMall tonight?” Gilbert instructed over the phone, “Call him. Tell him to come down and let me in.”