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."

red yarn

it, commenting, "It's quite

really

his hand away, "Stop touching, you'll

won't touch. After all, it's going to be mine

since he couldn't touch

you decide to

didn't have anything as nice to give you in return, so I thought of knitting you a sweater. It might not

you

as he looked down at her, "How could I? I love it.

gaze and smile

pulling her hand away. "Alright then,

"Sounds good."

in,

he asked, "What do you want to do

didn't catch his

shopping, buy

"No shopping. Not

for a moment that

he suggested, "Then let's catch

him, puzzled and a bit