Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



"What?" Gilbert paused mid-sip of his soup, surprised.

So, the new neighbor is her?

Gilbert frowned, "Why?"

"Why else?" Caroline chuckled, "To keep you company, of course."

"Caroline..."

"Don't try to convince me otherwise."

Shaking her head with a smile, Caroline continued, "You're not Mr. Gilbert of the Johnson family, and I'm not part of the Johnson household either. Francis and I have broken up. It's not right for me to stay at the Johnson's anymore."

Gilbert fell silent, unsure of what to say.

"Come on, eat up."

Caroline smiled as she served him some food. "Is it not to your liking? Has my cooking gotten worse?"

"Not at all," Gilbert shook his head, picking up his fork. "It tastes great."

Caroline beamed, "Then you better eat up."

...

After lunch, Gilbert walked Caroline back to the house next door.

Though she was discharged from the hospital, her leg still needed treatment, with the doctor making daily house calls. Additionally, Caroline had hired a live-in nurse.

By the time they arrived, the doctor was already waiting.

After seeing her into her therapy session and returning next door, Gilbert received a call from Francis.

"Alright, I understand... Brother, don't worry."

After hanging up, Gilbert headed straight to the garage.

Today, Sherilyn visited the Southern District Sanatorium.

She'd been busy with a film shoot recently and hadn't found much time to visit Rebecca White.

Rebecca White was still staying in her usual suite, with a bouquet of flowers on the coffee table. The outer petals were pink, while the inner ones were a soft yellow.

"They're beautiful," Sherilyn couldn't help but admire.

"Are they beautiful?" Rebecca White, who was blind, asked, "They do smell nice, not too overpowering."

"Of course..." Sherilyn smiled, lowering her voice, "Did the guy next door send these?"

Rebecca White blinked, "How did you know?"

"Such expensive flowers wouldn't just come from the facility."

"These flowers... are expensive?"

"Yes," Sherilyn nodded. "These are 'Juliet' roses, known as 'the million dollar rose.' That tells

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She had seen them before in the greenhouse at the Johnson Mansion, so she recognized them.

"A million-dollar rose?" Rebecca White frowned, "Why would he send such expensive flowers? I had no idea..." "And there's more to it."

Sherilyn's lips curved into a smile, "Do you know the meaning behind 'Juliet' roses?"

Rebecca White looked puzzled, shaking her head.

"Eternal love."

Rebecca White's eyes widened in shock, cheeks flushing. She

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Sherilyn, linking arms with her, leaned in to whisper, "With all his effort, don't you think he deserves a chance?"

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Rebecca White quickly changed the subject, "Let's not talk about him now. It must be Mr. Francis."

Today was her check-up day, and Mr. Francis was coming to take her.

Sherilyn chuckled to herself; her

brother really knew how to play it et

cool... He hadn't even revealed his identity to Rebecca White yet.

The nurse, Jane, answered the door, "Mr. Johnson, please come in."

As Sherilyn helped Rebecca White out, she began, "Brother, I'm free today, I can accompany Rebec-"

She stopped mid-sentence, stunned.

"What's wrong?" Rebecca White asked, puzzled and 'looking' over.NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

Gilbert hadn't expected to see Sherilyn here either. He swallowed hard, shifting his gaze to Rebecca White.

"Ms. White, I'm Gilbert. My brother couldn't make it, so I'm here to take you for your check-up."

Ah, that explained Sherilyn's surprise.

Rebecca White squeezed Sherilyn's hand, smiling, "Thank you for the trouble."

"Not at all."