Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 360

"Yeah, sure." Francis nodded faintly, releasing his grip. His gaze briefly swept over Rebecca, then fell silent.

Inside the room, Gilbert sat on the edge of the bed. "Sherilyn."

Sherilyn turned her back to him, eyes closed, ignoring him.

Gilbert wasn't surprised by that. From his angle, he could see Sherilyn's trembling eyelashes. Gilbert turned his head, glancing at the table with fever patches, an ice pack, bottles of antiseptic, and rolls of bandages. Suddenly, he felt a lump in his throat, his mind boiling with frustration and turmoil.

"Sherilyn." He leaned over, enveloping Sherilyn and the blanket in his arms. In a muffled voice, he said, "I'm sorry. I've been such a jerk. I let you suffer."

Still facing away, Sherilyn thought about Gilbert’s actions that day, feeling anger surging!

"Get away from me! Let go!" She struggled in his embrace.

"Sherilyn, Sherilyn!" Gilbert caught her hands. "I know you're angry. Here, hit me, hit me! As long as it makes you feel better, anything goes!"

"Really?" Sherilyn glared, teeth clenched. "You think I won't dare?"

Suddenly, she raised her hand.

"Do it!" Gilbert tilted his face upwards. "Hit me until you feel relieved!"

"Fine!" Sherilyn didn't strike with her hand but instead kicked out.

"Oof!" Gilbert grunted, doubling over to clutch his abdomen. His voice was weak, "Sherilyn... you can hit me, but... not kick randomly."

What happened? Seeing his face turn green, Sherilyn guessed she might have hit a sensitive spot. Couldn't be, right?