Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1293

"What are you apologizing for?" Sherilyn didn't find it undignified at all and quickly stood up. "Wait here, I'll go ask the nurse for a mobile IV stand."

Naomi wasn't there; Sherilyn had sent her to the hotel to get some rest. Candida and the others hadn't dared to leave but were dozing on reclining chairs in the hallway. Not wanting to disturb them, Sherilyn went to find a nurse herself.

She returned shortly, pushing an IV pole. She carefully transferred the bag from the hook on the wall to the pole, then bent down to help Nanson. "Alright, Nanson, let's get you up."

"Okay." Nanson didn't refuse, accepting her arm to steady himself as he stood. He felt much better now. He smiled at her. "I can stand on my own now."

"Good." Sherilyn let go, holding the IV pole instead. "I'll push this for you."

"Thanks."

When they reached the restroom door, Sherilyn obviously couldn't go in. "I'll wait out here for you," she instructed. "Just shout if you need anything."

"Got it." Holding his IV arm up with one hand, Nanson pushed the pole inside with the other. The blush of embarrassment on his cheeks slowly faded.

When he came out, Sherilyn was waiting right where he'd left her. Without a word, she took the IV pole from him and started pushing it, studying his face. "You're not feeling unwell, are you?"

"No," Nanson chuckled. "Just a little thirsty."

"Oh, that's my fault." Sherilyn laughed. "Silly me. I bought water but forgot to give it to you."

Back in the infusion room, she helped him lie down again. "Nanson," she said, immediately pulling a bottle from her bag. She twisted off the cap and handed it to him. "Here, electrolyte water."

"Thank you." Nanson took it with his free right hand and tilted his head back, gulping it down. He was dehydrated and felt incredibly thirsty. He drank too quickly and ended up choking.

"Cough, cough!"

She wasn't just saying it. She had moved on from him. She was already starting a new life.

He had to admit, Sherilyn had good taste in men. Both Edgar and Nanson were decent guys. The only time her judgment had failed was with him. He had failed her for ten long years.

At that thought, a sharp pain twisted in his heart.

Gilbert tore his gaze away, turned abruptly, and strode out, his pace quickening into a run. He felt like a soldier fleeing the battlefield, abandoning all hope. He was afraid that if he lingered a moment longer, he would do something reckless.

He couldn't. He had already ruined her chance at happiness once. Because of him, she and Edgar never got together. He couldn't let it happen again.

As he stumbled out into the main hall, his vision tunneled. He squeezed his eyes shut.