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."

vibrant red yarn

commenting, "It's

It'll be really warm

his hand away, "Stop touching, you'll

hand, smiling brightly, "Fine, I won't touch.

overjoyed, and since he couldn't touch the yarn, he reached for Sherilyn's

you decide to knit

nice to give you in return, so I thought of knitting you a sweater. It might not compare to your watch,

are you

a smile as he looked down

and smile were pure

her hand away.

"Sounds good."

waiter came in, bringing

"What do you want to do after we

didn't catch his

go shopping,

her head. "No shopping.

a moment that his Sherilyn

suggested, "Then let's catch a

at him, puzzled