Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Could this 'he' possibly refer to Francis?

Gilbert frowned, full of confusion.

In his mind, Francis and Caroline had always had a stable relationship. He couldn't recall a single instance where they had argued.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Francis, especially, always accommodated Caroline in every little thing. But what's been going on lately?

Ever since Francis woke up, there seemed to be issues between them.

But there was no way Gilbert would turn Francis away. "Caroline, whatever it is, wait until Francis comes in. You guys gotta fix this up in person, okay?"

He turned and opened the door.

Soon after, Francis wheeled himself in, snowflakes dotting his hair and coat.

"Caroline."

He maneuvered his wheelchair straight toward Caroline. "Don't disturb Gilbert and Sherilyn. It's late, and they need their rest. Come back with me."

"I won't!" Unsurprisingly, Caroline refused to go with him. Her eyes reddened, she scoffed, "So eager to whisk me away, huh? Scared I'll spill something I shouldn't?"

Her gaze briefly flickered towards Sherilyn.

Huh? Sherilyn was puzzled. Why was she being looked at? What did their argument have to do with her?

Caroline continued, "Scared your brothers and sisters will discover their super 'upstanding' bro is really a double-dealing jerk?"

What? Sherilyn was taken aback. What was this about?

She glanced at Gilbert, who seemed unfazed. Did he know about this?

"Caroline."

Francis' brows furrowed, his usually serene and handsome face shadowed with conflict.

Patiently, he tried to coax her, "Come back with me, please? It's not what you think."

"I won't!"

No matter what he said, Caroline was unmoving. "Just go! I don't want to see you!"

"Caroline!"

Francis reached out, his hand gripping her arm. "What's this about making a scene at Gilbert and Sherilyn's place?"

"Ouch!"Caroline winced, her features contorting in pain.

Tears welled up in her eyes. "Let go! You're hurting me!"

Francis froze, realizing too late that he might have gripped the spot

where Caroline had accident d herself with hot tearlier.

"I'm sorry." He softened, full of regret. "I didn't mean to. You got a burn; it needs to be looked at quickly."

Then, he took hold of her other arm.

"Let's go back."

"No, I won't!" Caroline cried, desperately clinging to Gilbert. "Gilbert, I don't want to go back. I don't." "Caroline..."

"Brother." Gilbert, caught between the two, finally spoke up. "If Caroline doesn't want to go back, then don't force her."

Francis glanced at Sherilyn with a frown. "You mean, keep Caroline here?"

Gilbert didn't answer directly. "She's clearly reluctant. Maybe give her some time to cool off."

"Nonsense!"

Francis disagreed, reminding Gilbert, "Did you even get Sherilyn's approval to keep Caroline here?"

That moment...

Gilbert realized he had overlooked

asking Sherilyn. But he had alreade offered to let Caroline stay. What if

Sherilyn objected? Contengs

Given their history of bad blood, even moments ago they were arguing...

Sherilyn, arms crossed, raised an eyebrow. So, they don't even dare to ask her, huh?

Inviting another woman to stay while his girlfriend is right there? Well, lucky for them, she couldn't care less.

Then it got super awkward and silent, the whole mood just kind of went fragile.

Francis looked at Caroline again, extending his hand, "Caroline, come back with me. Don't bother my brother and Sherilyn."

"I won't!"

In Caroline's eyes, Francis was just protecting Sherilyn!

Was Sherilyn really so precious that

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? She was determined not

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"This is Gilbert's house. If he lets me stay, then why not? I'll say it now; I would rather die than leave!"