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.

impeccable. The large bowl of spaghetti

“Finished?” Sherilyn looked up.

Gilbert nodded, wiping his mouth with a napkin before leaning back in his

frowned, “Did you

was all

She put down her fork, ready to

down.” Gilbert grabbed her wrist,

“Oh…”

back down, continuing with her spaghetti, occasionally sipping from

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of the man across

began

when he asked, had shamelessly stayed, even made

the spaghetti gone, they were back to square

again? And if he did, what

“Sherilyn.”

off guard, Sherilyn looked up, nervously

Really?

at her nearly

avoiding the inevitable. What was

window, his fingers rhythmically tapping on the

heart raced. Was he hinting for her