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.”

gotten it by standing in line all night, the deal he got her was a

to invite me in for a

accepting his favor.. But to

stepped aside, “Come

water. If she wanted to make coffee, she

the water.

the kettle, but suddenly, the faucet broke off, sending water splashing all over

Sherilyn screamed

happened?” Gilbert turned, alarmed, and upon seeing her drenched figure,

he also got soaked from

raised his hand to wipe the water off his face, then looked at Sherilyn, more drenched than he was, and quickly pulled her to safety behind

him.

dragged her behind him, and the water was showering all over

looked on apologetically. “I’m…

rundown place?” His face darkening, Gilbert opened his mouth only for water to spray

in frustration.

talk right now,” Sherilyn whispered.

her a look and

away from him. “I need to go

spray, the apartment would flood,

Gilbert frowned, puzzled by her plan. How