Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Of course, Sherilyn could have been knitting for herself, but Gilbert had a hunch that wasn't the case. So, who was it for?

Sherilyn flashed a playful smile. "What's the matter? Interrogating me?"

She took the bag from his hands, her tone light and breezy, "Who else would it be for? It's for you."

"For me..." Gilbert echoed, stunned.

In disbelief, he repeated again, "Me?"

"Yeah." Sherilyn nodded earnestly, pulling out some yarn from the bag to inspect it, "I've decided to knit you a sweater. This should be enough."

With that, she even made measuring gestures against him.

Gilbert was dazed for a moment, then puzzled, "This... vibrant red color?"

"Is there a problem?" Sherilyn pouted. "It's a great color. You shouldn't always wear just black and white. So dull for someone your age."

She was quite pleased with her choice, "Bold colors like this suit someone with your looks."

A compliment!

Sherilyn had complimented his looks!

Gilbert raised his eyebrows, unable to suppress a grin, quickly changing his tune, "I think so too."

the vibrant red yarn seemed much

touched it, commenting, "It's quite

really

away, "Stop

"Fine, I won't touch. After all, it's going to

couldn't touch the

you decide to knit me a

this amazing gift, and I didn't have anything as nice to give you in return, so I thought of knitting you a sweater. It might not compare to your watch, so don't look down on

you

Gilbert. His lips curved in a smile as he looked down at her,

and smile were pure

aback, pulling her hand away. "Alright then, I'll let

"Sounds good."

in, bringing

do you want to do after we

didn't catch his

shopping,

shook her head. "No

that his Sherilyn

suggested, "Then let's catch a

puzzled and