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.”

his head, his cheek against her neck, his voice a bit muffled. “I’ve known Caroline since we were

was slightly taken aback.

I, it’s not what you think. The rumors aren’t

strained as he said, “I admit I’ve been good to her, but there’s nothing shady going

that

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

nonchalantly, not really wanting to delve deeper, merely

thought: I wish it was

“Sherilyn.”

his grip, spinning her around to face him. With one hand on her waist and

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

sudden and unexpected.

into the pot. Instinctively, her

But

didn’t push him away.

after a brief pause, her hands moved

eyebrows lifting slightly. He pulled her closer and deepened the kiss.

that Sherilyn, while still resistant, wasn’t as forceful in

was accepting him.

“Sherilyn, Sherilyn…”

to lose

enough!” Sherilyn sensed a dangerous shift and quickly pushed him away. Her face was flushed, her lips slightly swollen.

half–playful, she said, “Are you going to eat or not? I got up early to make this.”