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.

didn't recognize her. Yet, there was

of someone invading his space, whatever the reason was. "Who

escaping her. So, he didn't

her lip, replying

Gilbert nodded subconsciously, then suddenly startled.

grandmother had mentioned bringing Sherilyn back. He knew about

He had agreed but then

had shed her youthful innocence, and upon closer inspection, the shadow of her former self lingered in her, adorned with a more mature allure. She had become more

him. What did it matter? No matter how stunning she was on the outside, it

The issues, delayed for almost four years,

here for a moment. I'll be right back." Gilbert gave

She stayed put, as

and sat on the couch, gesturing for

Sherilyn nodded. "Okay."

folder, placing it in front of Sherilyn. "Take

What was this?

In black

been resolved four years ago." Gilbert spoke