Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 419

In an instant, Gilbert felt as if someone had pressed his pause button, rendering him

Immobile.

In the dynamic duo of him and Sherilyn, it seemed like he was the dominant force, but in reality, Sherilyn had always been the puppet master.

He couldn’t live without her.

Yet, she treated him with a hot–and–cold demeanor, as if she could leave him at any moment. And now, she was in his arms.

As if, he was her entire world!

It took him less than a second to react, bending down unceremoniously to hug her back. His senses were filled with her scent.

So sweet, so intoxicating.

“Gilbert.” She whispered his name.

“Yes?”

“I’m not feeling well. Can you take me down the mountain?”

“Of course.”

Gilbert looked down at her, caressing her cheek. Cold, isn’t it? Her hands were cold too.

He couldn’t delay, picking her up and quickly descending the mountain.

her inside. He then opened a bottle of water for her,

some water before shaking her head, refusing

ask if something had happened on the mountain or if she had

didn’t dare to ask, instead, he stroked

nodded, leaning back with

drove off, Gilbert, worried she might be cold, turned up the heating.

tilted and eyes shut, seemed to drift

see her face, only hearing her

her hand. “Sherlyn? Are

didn’t wake up,

understanding now.

sorry, I’m wrong, I’m sorry,

this mean? Why was a daughter apologizing to her mother? And in a dream,

less?

I was wrong, so

Sherilyn was heartbreakingly

silently embraced her, whispering soothingly in her ear, “Don’t cry, your mom

what mother in the world could stay mad at

of the truly heartless,

opened her eyes and gazed

touched her face, feeling some warmth

a nightmare, so I had to stop

truth, Sherilyn hadn’t been fully asleep, her consciousness

it. She knew he spoke

“Much better. Let’s drive.”