Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190 

That wasn’t an innovative defense mechanism. Plenty of girls resorted to it. 

“Is that so?” Gilbert suddenly calmed down, blinking with an innocence that bordered on foolishness. 

So, that was it. Gilbert misunderstood Sherilyn and wondered, ‘What was I thinking? I should have realized sooner! Instead, I’ve unjustly snapped at Sherilyn!‘ 

“Sherilyn…” 

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Not in the mood to hear him out, Sherilyn turned to leave.. 

“Sherilyn!” Gilbert hurriedly caught the man’s–shirt from falling off the chair, 

and suddenly, he found it appealing. With a swift move, he slid into it. Surprisingly, it fit perfectly. 

Sherilyn didn’t look at him when she told him to leave. “It’s getting late. I need 

to rest.” 

“Okay.” Gilbert nodded but acted as if he hadn’t heard her. 

While buttoning up the shirt, he approached her, trying to appease her, “Sherilyn, it fits. What a coincidence. It’s my size.” 

Sherilyn didn’t engage. “Are you leaving or not?” 

Reading Sherilyn’s mood, Gilbert could tell she was genuinely upset. 

“Let’s call it a night then.’ He thought and nodded, “I’ll go.” 

Sherilyn got up to see him out. 

At the door, Gilbert lingered. 

“Sherilyn.” He murmured, “I’ll treat you better from now on.” 

Sherilyn was speechless. Indeed, Gilbert had been treating her differently lately. 

But, so what? Did that mean she had to accept him just because he was good to her? There were plenty of others she could consider. Gilbert was long out of the game. 

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Sherilyn shook her head. “I appreciate your help tonight, but like I said…” 

“Sherilyn.” His face was serious, but there was a slight bitter smile. “I know I wasn’t good to you before and haven’t been much better to myself.” 

Gilbert had never lived for himself. He lived for the Johnson family, for his brother Francis. In his eyes, everything about the Johnson family had to come first. But he couldn’t share the reasons behind that with Sherilyn. 

He could only offer a vague smile. “You’ll see. I’ll prove it to you.” 

Sherilyn was about to speak when Gilbert interrupted her. “It’s late. Get inside. Goodnight.” 

“Oh, one more thing,” Gilbert remembered to ask, “What scent is your shampoo?”