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.

his manners remained impeccable. The large

“Finished?” Sherilyn looked up.

mouth with a napkin before leaning back in his

“Did you

that was all she

something else…” She put

grabbed her wrist, “I’m fine, really.

“Oh…”

reluctantly sat back down, continuing with her

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of

began to

he asked, had shamelessly stayed, even made him spaghetti

they were back to square

again? And if he did, what would

“Sherilyn.”

looked up, nervously smiling. “Heh… I’m not

Really?

glanced at her

was avoiding the inevitable. What

looked out the window, his fingers rhythmically tapping on the table, “It’s

raced. Was he hinting