"Sherilyn!"
Gilbert's face darkened as he cut her off, his lips pressed into a thin line, the tension in his features betraying his displeasure.
"Not happy?" Sherilyn's eyebrows quirked up slightly. "Am I not speaking the truth? The one who should be upset about the wounds your sweetheart has suffered is her..."
"Enough! Stop talking about sweethearts!"
Gilbert, struggling to contain his irritation, glared at her coldly. "How many times have I told you about Caroline? There's nothing between us. Last night was all about my brother..."
"Really?"
Sherilyn chuckled, a sharp glint passing through her eyes. "Could it be, Mr. Gilbert, that you're in love without even realizing it?"
"Sherilyn…"
Knock, knock. The door to the hospital room opened.
A nurse entered, pushing a treatment cart. "Mr. Johnson, it's time for your afternoon IV."
Gilbert glared at Sherilyn, his face stormy, and remained silent.
"Thank you."
Sherilyn stepped back to give the nurse room to work. "Much appreciated."
"Not at all, Ms. Gomez, you're too kind."
The nurse smiled, bent down, and started administering the medication to Gilbert.
"All set—If you need anything, just call us at the nurse's station or press the call button."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
With the nurse gone, the room fell silent.
After that interruption, the atmosphere became subtly awkward.
Sherilyn had no intention of revisiting their earlier conversation. She pulled up a chair and sat down, glancing at the IV bag. "This is going to take at least an hour and a half."
As she finished speaking, she yawned widely. "Ahh..."
Tears of fatigue brimmed in her eyes. Sherilyn raised a hand to wipe them away.
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