Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1182

Here’s your text adapted into a natural, Western-style contemporary novel. I’ve swapped in Western names, foods, customs, and colloquial phrasing for a seamless, local feel:

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Sherilyn glanced at her recent calls. Sure enough, the last one—less than a minute long—had been with Francis.

“Oh.”

She pursed her lips, not saying anything more.

Guess I was just overthinking it.

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The next morning.

Gilbert was barely awake when Sherilyn sat up as well.

“You could sleep in a bit longer, you know,” he mumbled.

“Nah, I’m up.” Sherilyn stifled a yawn. “Rebecca and Joyce will be here soon.”

“Wait, that’s today?” Gilbert’s memory jogged.

Sherilyn had told him before: she’d asked Rebecca White and Joyce to be her bridesmaids.

Of course, the Harrison family was footing the bill for their dresses.

“Yep.” Sherilyn nodded. “We’re meeting the shop today.”

She headed towards the bathroom, glancing back at Gilbert. “You want to use the one in your room?”

“Sure.”

Gilbert agreed and left for his own room to freshen up.

He was in the middle of shaving when his phone started buzzing—Francis’s name flashed on the screen.

“Hey, big bro.” Gilbert picked up right away.

“Gilbert,” Francis sounded heavier than usual, almost grave. “Caroline… she’s awake.”

Gilbert gripped his phone, listening in silence. His face changed, brows drawing tight in concern.

“…I see. Okay. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

He hung up, rubbing his temples, but the tension wouldn’t budge. The uneasy feeling he’d had last night—it was coming true.