Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

As soon as Gilbert stepped through the foyer of Golden Oak Manor, a wave of cooking smells hit him.

He immediately frowned. "What's that smell?"

The lights were on in the living room, and there seemed to be activity coming from the kitchen. Someone was home? How could that be? Could it be a burglar?

No, that didn't make sense. Not only would a burglar need the guts to break in, but they'd also start cooking.

He chuckled at the thought. Golden Oak Manor's security was top-notch. Even a mouse from next door would think twice before sneaking in.

"Who's there?" Gilbert's handsome face darkened as he shouted, "Show yourself!"

"Coming!" At his call, Sherilyn responded and hurried out to meet him, her hands clasped in front of her.

She spoke softly, "You're back."

At that moment, Gilbert was stunned.

The girl before him was tall and slender, perhaps too slim, but undeniably beautiful, especially her bright, big eyes that seemed to take up half her face.

there was a strange

the idea of someone invading his space, whatever the reason was. "Who are you?

chuckle escaping her. So,

bit her lip, replying softly, "I'm

Gilbert nodded subconsciously, then suddenly startled.

right. Gilbert finally remembered it. His grandmother had mentioned

it earlier that day. He had agreed but then forgot amidst

in her. She had shed her youthful innocence, and upon closer inspection, the shadow of her former self

What did it matter? No matter how stunning she was on the outside, it couldn't hide

timely. The issues, delayed for almost

right back." Gilbert gave her a

his retreating figure. She stayed

a while, Gilbert returned and sat on the couch, gesturing for her to sit

Sherilyn nodded. "Okay."

it in front of Sherilyn. "Take a look. If

What was this?

document. In black and white, it stated

four years ago." Gilbert spoke evenly, "But Grandma disagreed, and I obliged.