Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?
Chapter 498

"No need," Gilbert said, waving his hand dramatically. "Any more lying around and I'll start to turn moldy."

Sherilyn couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. Moldy?

Was she blind?

These past few days, though he had been hospitalized, Charles had been a constant presence, juggling IV drips while dealing with work matters. If anyone was the epitome of resilience, it was Mr. Gilbert. "Alright then." The doctor conceded, "But, Mr. Johnson, after you're discharged, you must take your medications on time. And no strenuous activities, you need plenty of rest."

"Got it." Charles then went to handle the discharge procedures.

Since Gilbert wasn't fully recovered, following Sylvia's suggestion, they decided to head back to the Johnson Mansion after being discharged.

The Johnson Mansion, with its staff and chefs, was more convenient.

Naturally, Gilbert insisted that Sherilyn come along.

It was not until they returned to the Johnson Mansion that Sherilyn discovered Francis had a three-year-old child! And now, the child was living with the Johnson family!

She looked at Gilbert, who squeezed her hand reassuringly, nodding. "Yes, that's the reason for the big fight between my brother and Caroline." Sherilyn was at a loss for words.

Caroline had been complaining about Francis' betrayal, and it turned out to be true! With the child being that old, it wasn't something recent. Indeed, looks can be deceiving. Francis, who appeared so cultured and restrained, was involved in such a scandal.

Of course, Sherilyn only criticized him in her mind.

It wasn't her place to intervene or judge.

Yet, she couldn't help but think of Jenna.

Sherilyn suddenly looked at Gilbert, thinking how alike the brothers were, sharing the same irresponsibility towards fatherhood.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Gilbert felt uneasy under her gaze. "I only have you, babe. I haven't fathered any children out there!"

Really? Sherilyn smirked silently.

"Let's go." Gilbert took Sherilyn's hand, leading her upstairs to his bedroom.

"Sherilyn, help me change."

Sherilyn looked at him and said, "The doctor said your wounds are healed."

"He said they've closed, not that they've healed," Gilbert countered, holding her waist with one hand. "They're still fragile. I can't change by myself. I need you."

"Keep your distance," Sherilyn

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"Stand still, or change by yourself."

"What's the matter?"

Gilbert didn't budge, observing her flushed face. "Blushing? Embarrassed by seeing my abs?"

"Gilbert!" Sherilyn was both annoyed and embarrassed. "Can't you be serious for once?"

"How am I not being serious with my girlfriend?"

He placed her hand on his abdomen. "You're blushing. Do you like my abs?"

"Let go!"

"Do you like them or not?"

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"What?" Gilbert was taken aback. "Really?"

He poked his stomach. "Feels fine to me, not soft at all."

Sherilyn seized the moment to escape. "You change by yourself! I'm out!"

"Sherilyn!" Gilbert stretched his hand but failed to catch her, letting her slip away.

As Sherilyn dashed downstairs, she faintly heard voices in the living room.

"James, Mom made some snacks for you. Come have some, James."

"I don't want to! You're not my mom!"