Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 339

Gilbert couldn't wrap his head around it. They were already this close... and yet, Sherilyn still hadn't fully let him in.

"What's up?"

Sherilyn blinked. "You seem upset?"

After a moment's thought, she smiled. "Don't you think things are pretty great as they are? We meet up now and then, and it keeps things exciting. Living together might kill that vibe, make us sick of each other..."

"No way, that won't happen with me," Gilbert assertively countered without a second thought.

"How can you be so sure?"

Sherilyn reminded him, "Mr. Gilbert, have you forgotten? I used to be around you all the time, and you barely paid me any attention."

Was she bringing up old grievances?

Gilbert was at a loss for words, his past 'crimes' catching up to him.

His silence only made the air between them thicker, his face turning a shade darker.

Noticing his mood, Sherilyn worried he might snap, and she 'couldn't afford to lose him' now.

She reached out, hooking her pinky around his.

"What's this for?" Gilbert squinted.

"Here." Sherilyn nodded towards the plate in front of her. "I can't finish this. Help me out?" Hmph.

Gilbert couldn't help but chuckle, realizing how good she was at bossing him around.

Yet, he obediently picked up her plate, "Alright, I'll eat it."

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He was utterly charmed by her current demeanor. Her tone was just right, neither too fast nor too slow, and her voice had a slight huskiness that was incredibly soothing.

She had a bit of a temper, but it was never too much.

Everything about her seemed just right.

He took a step back. "Let's not rush into living together. But, you should still stay over when you need to rest. So, you might want to pack some clothes."

Well...Sherilyn raised an eyebrow, agreeing. It was a good plan, especially if she wanted to get pregnant soon.

"Alright."

She nodded, resting her chin in her hands, smiling warmly at him. "Hurry up and eat."

The doorbell rang.

"Oh!"

Sherilyn got up, "It must be the courier! What kind of clothes have they sent this time?"

...

The night was filled with music and laughter.

The next day, Sherilyn had the afternoon free to head to the dance company, but Gilbert had to make a trip to a nearby town. They left the toa

house together, and he dropped her off at the entrance to Twilight Trail.

"I'll pick you up the day after tomorrow at noon."

"Okay." Sherilyn waved goodbye, watching his car drive away.

Inside the car, Gilbert kept glancing at the rearview mirror, his lips

curving into a smile. It was

ne

strange;

he was a man who had been

married before.

And to the same woman, no less.

Yet, he was only now discovering the subtle nuances of being in a relationship. It was wonderfully indescribable.

Lost in thought, his phone beeped with a message from Sherilyn.

[Stop staring, I'm heading off.]

It was followed by an emoji of a little person running away.

Huh? Gilbert paused, looking back at the mirror, but Sherilyn had already disappeared into the street, just like the emoji.

"Ha, haha." Gilbert couldn't help but laugh, hand on his forehead.

How did she manage to be so captivating?

Even though she was gone, she left him utterly ensnared.

...

Two days later, at noon.

After putting Jenna down for a nap, Sherilyn was about to leave when Gilbert called.

"Hey, have you arrived?"

"Not yet."

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Gilbert sounded apologetic. "Ran into some trouble here, won't make it by noon. 'll have David pick you up. I've already picked out a dress for you just go try it on. I'll definitely make it by evening, and I'll see you at the gala."

"Alright then."

Hanging up, Sherilyn let out a soft sigh.