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.”

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

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

his favor.. But to her surprise,

“Come in for a coffee.”

she wanted to make coffee,

the water.

the kettle, but suddenly, the faucet broke

Sherilyn screamed

happened?” Gilbert turned, alarmed, and upon seeing

also got

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

him.

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

behind him, Sherilyn looked on

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

in frustration.

talk right now,”

shot her a look and dragged her outside.

pulled away from him. “I need to go down

if they let it spray, the apartment would flood, and

plan. How