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 seemed

it, commenting, "It's

be really warm as a

swatted his hand away, "Stop touching, you'll get it

his hand, smiling brightly, "Fine, I won't touch. After all, it's going to

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

made you decide to

gave me 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,

are you talking

by Gilbert. His lips curved in a smile as he

and smile were pure

aback, pulling her hand away.

"Sounds good."

came in, bringing their

Gilbert served Sherilyn, he asked, "What do you want to

Sherilyn didn't

shopping, buy

head. "No

that his Sherilyn wasn't much

pause, he suggested, "Then let's

looked at him, puzzled and a bit