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

invading his space, whatever the reason was. "Who are

paused, a brief chuckle escaping her. So, he

bit her lip,

Gilbert nodded subconsciously, then suddenly

finally remembered it. His grandmother had

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

inspection, the shadow of her former

What did it matter? No matter how stunning she was on the

for almost four years, needed to

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

stayed put, as he had

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

Sherilyn nodded. "Okay."

Gilbert opened a folder, placing it in front of Sherilyn. "Take a look.

What was this?

at the document. In black

years ago." Gilbert spoke