Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1039

Charles lowered his voice, casting a wary glance upstairs, "Don't let Ms. Gomez catch wind of this!"

The servant nodded hurriedly, alarmed at the news that Mr. Nine had indulged in alcohol. If Ms. Gomez found out, there would be hell to pay.

"I'll help Mr. Nine to his room, you bring up the medicine."

"Alright."

Gilbert, dizzy and barely on his feet, leaned on Charles as they headed upstairs.

As they reached the staircase, they bumped straight into Sherilyn, the smell of alcohol hitting her like a slap in the face.

He's been drinking?

Gilbert froze, a guilty smile creeping onto his face. "Sherilyn…"

With a cold, dismissive laugh, Sherilyn didn't utter a word, just turned and walked away.

"Sherilyn!"

Panicking, Gilbert shook off Charles and chased after her, grabbing her wrist. "Let me explain…"

"What's there to explain?"

Up close, his breath reeked of alcohol.

Sherilyn's disgust was palpable, her frown deepening. "Taking your medicine while drowning in booze? Might as well throw all those meds away! Why bother with the pretense?"

She forcefully pulled away and pushed open her room door to enter.

Gilbert, desperate, followed right behind, dropping to his knees in front of her.

"I'm sorry! It's all my fault! Please, don't be mad!"

"You don't have to apologize to me!"

Sherilyn, visibly upset, struggled to free herself.

"This is your mess, deal with it! I'm not interfering anymore! It was never my place to begin with!"

As she spoke, she tried to pry his hands off.

"But you have to care!"

Gilbert clung tighter, "Without you... there's no one else for me..."

His cheek pressed against her stomach, his voice muffled.