Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 56

Gilbert realized his mistake when the words left his mouth, his gaze darting

uncomfortably. But he wasn't used to backing down before Sherilyn. What was said was- said, like water spilled on the ground. Gilbert stubbornly asked, "So, are you going to eat?"

Was he getting impatient? Sherilyn was impressed but didn't want to cause trouble. So, she nodded, "Yeah, of course, I'll eat." Gilbert's lips curved slightly, his tone softening a bit. "What flavor do you want?"

Sherilyn answered, "Anything, I'm not picky."

Not getting what she wanted, everything else felt the same, just something Gilbert imposed on her.

"Fine." Gilbert raised an eyebrow. "I'll go get it. Hold on."

Sherilyn nodded and found a place to sit down.

After a while, Gilbert came over with a plate, this time not bothering to pack it up, bringing the plate over. "Eat it now."

"Sure." Sherilyn didn't hold back, casually asking, "What's the flavor?"

Gilbert said, "You said anything was fine, so I didn't ask. I let them choose randomly."

Fair enough.

up one with her fork, stuffing it into her mouth,

smile, "Just a bit hot. It

and biting into

then asked Sherilyn, "You

to swallow what was in her

at all. Not only did she not like it, but she also despised it. She had known Gilbert for nearly ten years,

turned out, Gilbert didn't pay any attention to the likes and dislikes of someone he didn't care about. It

though it was hard to swallow, Sherilyn endured the discomfort and ate

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she put down

looked at

a napkin, cleaning her mouth.

Gilbert's eyes narrowed, his tone cold,

"I've received your gift, thank you. I

Gilbert's eyes. Was that her definition of

so, Sherilyn picked

she added, "When are you free? Sylvia's surgery is over,

busy!" Infuriated by her attitude, Gilbert glared at the uneaten pastries on the table.