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

“Finished?” Sherilyn looked up.

mouth with a napkin before leaning back

“Did

all she

something else…” She put down her fork,

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

“Oh…”

with her spaghetti, occasionally sipping from

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could feel the gaze of

began to

stayed, even

gone, they were back to

to leave again? And if he

“Sherilyn.”

off guard, Sherilyn looked up, nervously smiling.

Really?

glanced at her nearly

avoiding the inevitable.

window, his fingers rhythmically tapping on

raced. Was he hinting

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