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.”

all night, the deal he got her was a

invite me in for a

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

stepped aside, “Come

wanted to make coffee,

the water.

kettle, but suddenly, the faucet

Sherilyn screamed

alarmed, and upon seeing her drenched figure, rushed over to

approached, he also got soaked from

his hand to wipe the water off his face, then looked at Sherilyn, more

him.

her behind him, and

behind him, Sherilyn looked on apologetically. “I’m… I’m so

opened

in frustration.

talk right now,” Sherilyn whispered.

shot her a look and dragged her outside.

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

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

puzzled by her plan. How was she going to