Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 101

Hand it over Gilbert said, clearly pleased with himself.

"What?"

The towel. What else?"

Gibert shot her a look as if she had just asked the most absurd question. "What do you expect me to dry off with? Just air myself out?"

"Oh! Right, I'll grab it!" Sherilyn dashed into the bathroom, fetching a clean towel and handing it to him. "Here you go. Freshly laundered and sun-dried." Gilbert frowned, giving her a piercing look.

"What?" Sherilyn was puzzled, wondering what she had done now to upset Gilbert.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance. "You expect me to do it myself?"

He raised his hands for her to see. "Look at me, all dusty from moving stuff around. Am I supposed to rub more dirt on my face?"

"So, um..." Sherilyn hesitated, "Should I... do it for you?"

The words slipped out before she could stop them, and she instantly regretted it. Mr. Johnson hated having her fuss over him.

"Would you just...?"

"Hurry up!"

even an elevator in sight!" Sherilyn hadn't moved, which seemed

for?"

Sherilyn

noticeable height difference between them; without her heels, she was more than a

the height difference, Gilbert bent down as Sherilyn reached up on her

She nodded, gently dabbing his forehead

faint, pleasant scent, much

found himself momentarily distracted, being this close allowed him a clear view of her delicate features, flawless and soft as

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bobbed,

his gaze, concentrating on wiping off his

hadn't seen this side

all fire

meet up

time will you

was that girl you were talking to today?

not be looking at other girls, don't even think

have gone differently if

"All done."

back to reality, feeling