Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 332

"Sherilyn Gomez."

He enunciated each syllable of her name slowly, lifting his hand to grip her chin, staring directly into her eyes with an overwhelming intensity that felt almost suffocating.

"I didn't realize you saw me this way. If that's how you feel, why did you agree to be with me in the first place?"

Releasing his hold, he ignored Caroline and strode away.

"Gilbert, wait for me!" Caroline called, clutching her disheveled hair, and hurried after him.

Sherilyn stood frozen, and after a few seconds, she raised her hand and knocked on her forehead.

Damn it! That was impulsive!

What was she thinking? Why did she blurt out the truth?

Once these things came to light... how could she and Gilbert keep up this facade?

...

In the days following that confrontation, Gilbert had ceased all contact with Sherilyn, and the daily deliveries of flower baskets to the dance troupe stopped as well.

Sherilyn couldn't help but wonder... was this the end for them?

She felt no attachment to him, yet she had no choice... she was his only pawn!

What should she do now?

With him not reaching out, it was up to her to make a move.

Sherilyn deeply regretted her impulsiveness. Some battles simply weren't worth fighting. She had genuinely been repulsed that day and couldn't hold back.

After much deliberation, she opened her messaging app and sent Gilbert a message.

"Are you busy?"

Unsurprisingly, he didn't respond.

Her performance that evening was the first, ending early.

Leaving the dance troupe before eight, she checked her phone only to find it still void of any reply from Gilbert.

With a long sigh, Sherilyn dialed his number.

The phone rang for what seemed like an eternity, long enough for Sherilyn to believe he wouldn't pick up.