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.

Had she been blind to fall for someone like

Gilbert tried to stifle his laughter, realizing he might be pushing her too far. He stopped laughing but couldn’t resist the urge to pull her closer. “Sherilyn, I want

say? Before she could react, Gilbert leaned in, cupping her face in his

and laced with bourbon, his breath invaded

space.

shock. Anger bubbled up inside her

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Chapter 163

Gilbert the chance to kiss her

crazy! What did he think she was? Something he could play with? She had been the one chasing after him. before, but

now? She had been avoiding him at all costs, yet there

could end it all with him. Or perhaps she could bite him and be done with it! But

froze, whispering,

was no

“Hey, are you okay?”