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

He disliked the idea of someone invading his space,

escaping her.

her lip, replying softly, "I'm

then suddenly

it. His grandmother had mentioned

that day. He had agreed but

the shadow of her former self lingered in her, adorned with a more mature allure. She

escaped him. What did it matter? No matter how stunning she was

was timely. The issues, delayed for

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

retreating figure. She stayed put,

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

Sherilyn nodded. "Okay."

from each other, and Gilbert opened a folder, placing it in front of Sherilyn.

What was this?

glanced at the document. In black and white, it stated a

Gilbert spoke evenly, "But Grandma disagreed, and