Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 222

Edgar was totally into her, so of course he loved everything about her! And why wouldn't he when it was a token of her affection?

Ahem.

The others, well, it was kind of awkward to watch.

What was supposed to be a birthday bash had turned into an unsolicited session of feeding us all with their mushy love!

Gilbert turned away, lost in thought. A shirt?

Sherilyn’s sewing skills rang a bell for him. Hadn't she made him a shirt once, if he remembered right?

...

That evening, Gilbert returned to the Johnson Mansion and began digging through his closet.

After a long search without success, he wondered, had he remembered it wrong? Had Sherilyn never made one for him?

No, that couldn't be right!

Gilbert refused to give up.

Finally, in a neglected corner of the wardrobe, he found a box.

Inside, he found a neatly wrapped handmade shirt, clearly not from the upscale tailor the Johnsons usually used.

This one, it was made by Sherilyn for him!

Gilbert closed his eyes, trying to recall.

When had she given it to him? Was it for his birthday, or a graduation gift? It had been so long, he hadn't paid much attention at the time, how could he remember now?

Holding the shirt, Gilbert slumped to the floor.

He had once possessed the purest form of Sherilyn's affection. He had always known it...

Unfortunately, knowing and seeing were not the same thing.

Now that he saw it, the recipient of her handmade shirts had changed to Edgar!

...

The next morning.

Gilbert arrived at his office, and after the morning briefing, he sifted through a pile of reports before calling in Charles.

"Mr. Gilbert, what can I do for you?"

That day, she had accidentally stepped on Caroline's foot...

But, Caroline said it wasn't serious, right? Could Gilbert really be making things difficult for their family over that?

She didn't dare tell her family—she knew she'd be in big trouble if she did!

Darlene had to figure out a solution on her own.

Since Gilbert was acting out for Caroline, she was the only one who could resolve this.

Lately, Caroline had been cutting back on work, focusing on caring for Francis in the hospital, except for the commitments she couldn't escape.

So, Darlene went to the hospital to find her.

"Here to see Francis?"

Caroline thought she was there to visit, smiling, "Sorry, Francis is asleep right now. You might want to take a look from outside."

"No, that's not it..."

Darlene hesitated, "I came because I need a favor. Please, could you talk to Mr. Gilbert for me?"