Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



"Are you throwing another hunger strike now that things didn't go as planned?"

Gilbert tried to keep his cool, "Are you coming down yourself, or should I come up and feed you?"

The tone in his voice was clearly one of anger.

Sherilyn's sleepiness faded almost completely as she sat up, clutching her phone, "I'll eat. I'm getting up now."

"Don't try to fool me. Whether you eat or not, Fidelia will let me know."

With that, the call ended.

Feeling scolded through the phone, Sherilyn sighed, put her phone down, and wrapped herself in a shawl before heading downstairs.

In the dining room, Fidelia had lunch ready.

"Ms. Gomez, you're in a special condition, so if there's anything particular you'd like to eat, just let me know."

Fidelia's smile was warm, "Mr. Johnson mentioned you're expecting, and asked if I'd be willing to stay on as a live-in. Naturally, I agreed."

With a generous salary, only two employers in the house, and despite Mr. Johnson being somewhat hard to please, as long as she took good care of Mrs. Johnson, there wouldn't be any problems. Such a good job was hard to come by.

"Ms. Gomez, feel free to let me know if you need anything.'

So, Gilbert's thoughtfulness had arrived on schedule, not missing this time either.

Sherilyn smiled, "Thank you, Fidelia."

"Take your time eating. I'll go start on the soup for tonight. It needs to simmer slowly..."

Fidelia's soups were indeed exceptional, and lately, with Sherilyn's appetite being what it was, they were a main source of her nutrition.

While Sherilyn was enjoying her soup, Abel walked in.

"Ms. Gomez."

Sherilyn looked puzzled, asking. "Is something wrong?"

"Well." Abel nodded, "Mr. Gilbert has instructed that you go to the TV station this afternoon, and I'll accompany you."

He was allowing her to go out but insisted Abel accompany her.

Sherilyn chuckled internally. Was he worried about the baby, or was it her and Edgar?

Did he trust her, or did he not? This strange sense of trust...

"

It was like his kindness towards her always fell just short, like scratching an itch through a boot, never quite satisfying.

...

At the TV station.

It was Sherilyn's group's turn to rehearse since the show would start filming next week. None of the performers were absent.

Sherilyn changed into her practice clothes and entered the rehearsal room.

Her gaze briefly passed over Caroline and Callie without much interest.

Standing in the front row, she lightly

clapped her hands, "Could Lauren music... everyone, f

start

my lead, let's start!" Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

As the music played, Sherilyn moved She didn't dance along

but

I marked the beats, giving

cues for the performers.

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"Sherilyn." After rehearsal, Caroline came over with a smile, sounding concerned, "Are you... okay?"

Sherilyn raised an eyebrow, "Do I look like something's wrong?"

Hmph. Caroline sneered internally. After what had happened, how could she be okay? She must be putting on a brave face!

She nodded towards Callie, not far

away, with a sneer, "From what I

know, Gilbert spent last night with Callie. What do you think they did? All night long, for hours."

Sherilyn remained silent, facing another attempt at provocation.

She laughed it off, replying. "Aren't you asking the wrong person? If you're so curious, why don't you ask Callie?" Then, a thought struck her, and she speculated, "Are you jealous of Callie?"

Caroline, failing to stir up trouble and getting hit back instead, was furious. "What nonsense are you talking about!" Suddenly, the rehearsal room door burst open, and it was Abel.

He rushed to Sherilyn, his voice filled with urgency. "Ms. Gomez! It's terrible! Mr. Gilbert's been in an accident!"