Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 187

Was that scent coming from her? It was intoxicating.

“Sherilyn,” Gilbert tried to contain the burgeoning urge. “What kind of perfume are you wearing?”

“What?” Sherilyn paused, baffled, “Perfume?”

A barely perceptible smile tugged at her lips. How could she afford something like that?

“I’m not wearing any. It must be the scent of my shampoo.” Once the antiseptic dried, she gently put a Band–Aid on his wound. “There, all done.”

She let go, tidied up, and went to throw away the trash.

“Oh.” Gilbert nodded, feeling an inexplicable sense of disappointment.

Leaving the pharmacy, it was late.

David drove, dropping Sherilyn back at Twilight Trail. Gilbert walked her to her

apartment.

“Try to get some sleep,” Gilbert said, stopping at the door without entering.

“Yeah.” Sherilyn gestured to a box on the ground. “Thanks for this.”

by standing in line all night,

me in for a bit? I had some drinks earlier,

favor.. But

aside, “Come in for a coffee.”

she wanted

the water.

kettle, but suddenly, the faucet broke

Sherilyn screamed in shock.

upon seeing

approached, he also got soaked from head to toe!

at Sherilyn, more drenched than he was, and quickly pulled her

him.

dragged her behind him, and

him, Sherilyn looked on

darkening, Gilbert opened his mouth only for water to spray directly into it,

in frustration.

right

her a look and dragged her outside.

“I need to go down and sort this out.”

let it spray, the apartment would flood, and the

by her plan. How was she going to