Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 163

After years of not driving, Sherilyn was behind the wheel, creeping along at a snail’s pace, her hands gripping the steering wheel like a life raft in the ocean. But Gilbert didn’t rush her. He reclined in the passenger seat, eyes closed, seemingly dozing off.

Thankfully, they made it back to the Johnson Mansion without mishaps. Sherilyn parked before the main house, her body still tense from the nerve–wracking drive. She turned to Gilbert, who appeared to be asleep beside her.

“Gilbert, we’re here. Wake up, will you?” she whispered.

“Hmm…” Gilbert slowly opened his eyes, catching the worried look on her

face.

“Tsk.” He couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re this worked up over driving?”

Already on edge from the drive, Sherilyn snapped, “I said I didn’t want to drive! You’re the one who insisted. Now don’t complain about it!”

Gilbert was stunned, but he saw her bristled up like a kitten ready to pounce.

He burst out laughing, unable to contain himself.

cheeks puffed out in annoyance. Had she been blind to fall for

far. He stopped laughing but couldn’t resist the

leaned in, cupping her

his breath invaded

space.

second, Sherilyn’s eyes went wide with shock. Anger bubbled up inside her as she

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Gilbert the chance

madness! He was acting crazy! What did he think she was? Something he could play with? She

been avoiding him at all costs, yet

it! But before she could act, Gilbert suddenly pulled back, resting his head against her neck, then went utterly still. What

froze, whispering, “Gilbert? Gilbert?”

was no

are