Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22 

“What’s going on? Gilbert’s brow furrowed, initation barely concealed. “Battery’s dead?” 

He pocketed his phone. Forget it. It’s none of my concem!” 

He wondered. “She’s a grown woman Can’t she find her way back if I’m not there to pick her up? 

It was getting late, and after a whole evening of hassle, Gilbert was tired and ready for a shower and some rest. He was about to set his phone down, but suddenly, he hesitated, grumbling under his breath, “Geez, what a hassler 

After a moment, he decided to call Golden Oak Manor’s landline. However, it went unanswered until the automatic hang–up 

“What now?” Gilbert scowled. Could it be that Sherilyn hadn’t made it back? It was so late. Was she still waiting for him out there? 

How foolish she was! He tossed his phone aside, too imitated to care about such foolishness 

Turning, he headed upstairs to the bathroom for a shower. The warm water from the showerhead poured over him, but his mind couldn’t stop wandening to Sherlyn. 

It was late, and she was out there alone. Even though Gilbert wasn’t fond of her, he was the one who had misspoken first 

“What a drag” With a low grunt, Gilbert turned off the water, hastily dried off, and left the bathroom. 

After changing, he grabbed his car keys and hurried downstairs. As he got into his car, Gilbert called the Southern District Clinic Sylvia’s head nurse answered the call 

“This is Gilbert. Could you check if there’s a girl named Sherilyn still there?” 

The nurse said respectfully, “Right away, Mr. Johnson.” 

The phone stayed on as the head nurse checked and returned with an update. “Sorry, Mr. Johnson, there’s no Ms. Sherilyn here. It’s just our medical staff and caregivers.” 

Not there? She had left? 

“Okay, thanks” He hung up and drove stright to Golden Oak Manor 

‘Sherilyn!” 

However, when he pushed open the front door, he was greeted by darkness. Where was Sherilyn? 

Was she asleep? He moved toward the servants quarters. 

“Wait, which room is hers?” 

irs bathroom. 

He didn’t reach the servants‘ quarters because the light was on in the downstairs 

Was it Sherilyn? 

The bathroom door was ajar, offering a clear view inside. 

Sherlyn sat on a stool, inspecting her feet after removing her socks, muttering with relief, Thank goodness, no blisters.” 

The hardships she’d faced over the years had turned into calluses, part of her, her armor. A two–hour walk was nothing to her 

She dipped her feet into a basin of warm water in front of her. “Yikes! Hot!” 

At the doorway, Gilbert frowned. But Sherilyn didn’t remove her feet. Instead, she hummed contentedly. “Ah, that’s nice.” 

Gilbert thundered, “Sherilyn!” 

Startled by his shout, she jerked back. 

Approaching with a palpable aura of anger, Gilbert pointed at her accusingly, “Where have you been all night? Didn’t I tell you to wait for me?” 

What? Sherilyn was shocked, her anger turning into laughter. 

She even laughed out loud, “Ha, ha…”