Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 374

Suddenly, Gilbert bellowed, confronting Sherilyn.

“Where the heck were you? Weren’t you supposed to wait for me in the lounge?”

“I wanted some ice cream, so I went to get one,” Sherilyn replied, only to realize something mid–sentence. “Wait… you’re not mad because I didn’t get caught in that explosion, are you?” Before she could process her thoughts, Gilbert bent down and finally pulled her into a tight embrace.

“Huh?” Sherilyn was completely baffled. What was going on?

“Thank God! Thank God!”

His hand cradled the back of her head, pressing her deep into his embrace. “Getting ice cream was a brilliant idea! A brilliant idea!”

Because she went to get that ice cream, she had narrowly escaped danger!

His heart was racing; it was only now that Gilbert felt it settling back into his chest… He felt alive again!

Murmuring with a voice full of relief, “You’re safe, thank God. I’m so glad you’re okay…” Every word struck Sherilyn, leaving her puzzled. Was he having a breakdown, or was this some kind of split personality moment?

But before she could ponder any further, Gilbert leaned on her, becoming heavier. Sherilyn struggled to support him, pushing him slightly.

“Gilbert! Get up! You’re so heavy.”

“I don’t care.”

Gilbert made no move to stand, clinging to her like a child. “My legs are jelly; I can’t stand.”

“Jelly legs?”

it for a second. “You, with

“I won’t.”

arms around her, resting his head

thing, don’t you

my legs

Sherilyn was

swould I

know?

was about to say What would I know?

whisper in her ear, “I was scared to death. Give me a moment… just hold

instant, Sherilyn stopped

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seemed to

his words imply?

This wasn’t good.

and right, as if he cared about her a lot.

her imagination?

true, that would be… absolutely terrible!

looked up, pointing at the ice cream cone in her hand. “What’s that?”

lifted it, “A cone? Don’t you recognize it?”

dipped his head

all the way to the front door to buy was

at once, glaring at Gilbert. “What the heck?”