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

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

paused, a brief chuckle escaping her. So, he

bit her lip, replying

subconsciously, then suddenly

remembered it. His grandmother had mentioned bringing Sherilyn

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

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

how stunning she

delayed for almost four years, needed

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

stayed put, as he

returned and sat on the couch, gesturing for her to sit opposite

Sherilyn nodded. "Okay."

and Gilbert opened a folder, placing it in front of Sherilyn. "Take a look. If there's

What was this?

black and white,

ago." Gilbert spoke evenly, "But Grandma disagreed, and