Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 334

As soon as she spoke, there was a hint of grievance in her voice. “Where have you been?”

“In the kitchen.” Sherilyn gestured towards the kitchen. “Your kitchen is kinda bare, you know? I whipped up some oatmeal and made some sandwiches. You had quite a bit to drink last night, so I didn’t bother with coffee.”

She bent down, picked up the throw blanket from the floor, and started folding it in her hands.

While doing so, she asked, “How are you feeling? Still got a headache?”

“It’s okay.” Gilbert shook his head slightly. “Just a bit woozy, that’s all.”

“That’s normal when you just wake up.”

Holding the blanket, she said, “I’ll go put this away. You should get up, freshen up, and eat something. It’ll make you feel better.”

“Oh, alright.”

When Gilbert got up and walked into the dining area, Sherilyn was at the island counter, ladling oatmeal into bowls, steam rising around her like a soft halo.

Feeling a sudden impulse, he quietly approached and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, drawing her close.

Sherilyn stiffened for a moment, taken aback.

But she quickly relaxed. “Go sit down. Breakfast will be ready in a sec.”

Gilbert didn’t move. He lowered his head, his cheek against her neck,

was slightly taken aback. Was he explaining?

not what you think. The

around her waist tightened unconsciously. Gilbert’s voice was strained as he said, “I admit I’ve been good to her, but there’s nothing

is that his

for him, he couldn’t see the look of disdain on

to delve deeper, merely nodding. “I believe

inwardly she thought: I wish it was shady…

“Sherilyn.”

around to face him. With one hand on her waist

cradling the back of her head, he was overcome with emotion and leaned in for

kiss was sudden and unexpected.

her hand clattering into the pot. Instinctively, her hands. went

But

push

after a brief pause, her hands moved up, wrapping around

was momentarily surprised, his eyebrows lifting slightly. He pulled

Sherilyn, while still resistant, wasn’t as

was accepting

“Sherilyn, Sherilyn…”

began to

quickly pushed him

“Are you going to eat or not? I got up early to make