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.

Sherilyn felt a lump in her throat. "And do you not know why I didn't want you?" she retorted.

"Yeah..." Gilbert's face was pale as he nodded. "I know. I know everything! I'm the one who wronged you! I don't deserve to be with you!" Suddenly, he gasped for air and broke down completely. "I'm a bastard! I was horrible to you! I made you suffer so much... Waaah..." The sobs grew louder until he was wailing like a child.

Sherilyn stared at him, stunned. In that moment, he bore no resemblance to the heir of the Harrison family. In all the years she had known him, she had only seen his cold, arrogant, and ruthless side. She never imagined she would one day witness him so utterly helpless. What was this? Sherilyn's lips curled into a cold smile. "Since you know all that, then don't put on this pathetic act in front of me... What are you crying for?" She wasn't even crying. "Stop it!"