Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 333

Sherilyn bit her lip, her voice filled with genuine regret as she apologized. "I'm sorry. That day was my fault. I shouldn't have said those things to you."

Was she here to apologize? Gilbert narrowed his eyes slightly, remaining silent.

Suddenly, Sherilyn's world went dark as Gilbert, like a towering figure, leaned into her. His distinct, masculine scent quickly enveloped her, making her feel almost suffocated.

Sherilyn frowned, instinctively trying to push him away. "Gilbert..."

"Tsk." He sensed her resistance, his eyes turning icy in an instant. "Is this how you apologize? Not even a hug? Why bother coming then?"

"It's not that..." Sherilyn quickly backpedaled, shaking her head in panic. "It's not that I won't hug you, it's just that you're... quite heavy, and I wasn't prepared."

That seemed to pass muster.

Gilbert raised an eyebrow, holding her close, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "Sherilyn, I'm feeling dizzy."

Being this close, she could smell the strong scent of alcohol on him. No wonder he felt dizzy; he must have had quite a bit to drink.

Sherilyn gritted her teeth, marshaling all her strength to help him inside. "Let me help you get to the couch."

Her strength had its limits, managing only to get him to lie down on the couch, leaving her panting and covered in a light sweat.

"Ugh... Hmm..." Gilbert groaned on the couch, clutching his temples. "Sherilyn, I feel terrible."

"I know." Sherilyn frowned, clearly worried. "Just lie down for a bit. I'll make you some soup to sober up."

She turned and headed for the kitchen.

In no time, she was back, holding a blanket in her arms, which she spread over him. Then, she went back to the kitchen.

She got some soup and brought it to the living room.

"My head is killing me!" Gilbert, acting like a child, was making a fuss. "Sherilyn! Where did you go?"

"I'm right here!" Sherilyn rushed over, supporting him. "I went to make you some soup... It's ready now, try to drink some."

"I don't want it!" Gilbert frowned in distaste, turning his face away.

Sherilyn patiently coaxed him. "Aren't you suffering from a headache? This will help. Please?"