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.”

standing in line all night, the deal he

calmly, “Aren’t you going to invite me in for

awkward about refusing after just accepting his favor.. But to her surprise, Gilbert didn’t

“Come in

didn’t have hot water. If she wanted to make coffee, she had to boil

the water.

faucet broke off,

screamed

seeing her drenched figure, rushed over to help.

got soaked from head

face, then looked at Sherilyn, more drenched than he was, and quickly pulled

him.

you doing standing there? Move!” He dragged her behind him, and the

looked on apologetically. “I’m… I’m so sorry.”

in such a rundown place?” His face darkening, Gilbert opened his mouth only for water to spray directly into

in frustration.

right

look and dragged her outside.

to go down and sort this

only was the water wasted, but if they let it spray, the apartment would flood, and the

her plan. How was she going to handle it?