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!"

urging her on. "Go on, then! What a dump, not even an elevator in sight!" Sherilyn hadn't moved, which seemed to irritate him further. "Well?

for?"

okay." Sherilyn nodded,

between them; without her heels, she was more than a head

difference, Gilbert bent down as Sherilyn reached

gently dabbing his forehead with the

a faint, pleasant scent, much

distracted, being this close allowed him a clear view of her delicate

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bobbed, his throat itching

his gaze, concentrating on wiping

seen this side

she was all fire and brimstone, constantly nagging

did you meet up

what time will

that girl you were

be looking at other girls, don't even

have gone differently if she'd been this

"All done."

back, and Gilbert suddenly snapped back to reality, feeling a bit lost.