Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 442

Gilbert felt a tickle in his throat and nodded, “Hmmm.”

“Take another bite of this spaghetti.”

She lifted the fork to his lips again, “I added an extra egg to the dough. Open up…”

Gilbert, quite embarrassingly, opened his mouth.

“Tehe,” Sherilyn’s laughter deepened, her eyes sparkling, “Tasty?”

“Mhm.” Gilbert nodded, the texture was perfect–both firm and chewy. Delicious indeed.

He was curious, though. Had she really made this pasta herself? “How did you learn this?” Back in the day, at the Johnson family estate, she was the picture of refined luxury, her hands never soiled by work.

Sherilyn thought to herself that necessity had been the mother of invention during her years at Crestwood.

Yet, she smiled. “I learned a bit from my grandma when I was a girl.”

Gilbert praised, “Your grandma must have been quite something, raising you and teaching you all these skills.”

Taking the fork from her hand, he gestured towards her plate, “I’ll manage this. You should eat too before it gets cold.”

“Alright.”

For a moment, they ate in silence, each with their own thoughts.

ate quickly, yet his manners remained impeccable. The large bowl of spaghetti was soon

“Finished?” Sherilyn looked up.

a napkin before

frowned, “Did

was all she had

I could whip up something else…” She put down her fork, ready to

down.” Gilbert grabbed her wrist, “I’m

“Oh…”

reluctantly sat back down, continuing with her spaghetti, occasionally

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the gaze of the man across from

atmosphere began

when he asked, had shamelessly stayed,

gone, they were back to

her to leave again? And if he did,

“Sherilyn.”

guard, Sherilyn looked up, nervously smiling.

Really?

her nearly empty

avoiding the

out the window, his fingers rhythmically tapping on the table,

raced. Was he hinting