Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1289

The bathtub was right behind Gilbert. If he fell like that, he would surely hit his head. Sherilyn's heart leaped into her throat. She dropped down instantly, cupping the back of his head with her hands to break his fall. His head slammed down into her palms. If she hadn't been there, he would have cracked it open on the porcelain. Even so, Sherilyn heard a sickening thud, and a sharp pain shot through her hand. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear and fury.

"Gilbert!" Once she was sure he was okay, Sherilyn snatched her hands away, glaring at him with clenched teeth. "What in the world do you think you're doing?" She stared at him, her lips trembling. "If you really want to die, do it quietly! Why did you have Charles call me? Do I owe you something?"

Gilbert's eyelids fluttered open, his gaze hazy and unfocused. He wasn't faking it; he was in a state between dreaming and waking. His eyes landed on Sherilyn. "Sherilyn...?" he murmured.

"Hah." Sherilyn let out a cold laugh and started to stand up.

"Sherilyn!" His hand shot out and grabbed hers. He stared at her, his expression almost greedy. "It's really Sherilyn... hehe." He started to laugh. "I'm not dreaming, am I? This has to be a dream..." His eyelids drooped, his lashes instantly damp. When he opened his eyes again, they were bloodshot. "If it wasn't a dream, you wouldn't be this close to me... we broke up... you..." He seemed to remember something and abruptly let go of her hand. "You don't like me touching you. I'm not allowed to touch you!"

His words stopped her. Sherilyn closed her eyes for a moment. Was he drunk or sober? How could he even remember that? For a moment, she just looked at him, the fire of her anger subsiding.

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