Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Haha, yeah."

Jenna snuggled up to her mom, feeling completely content.

"Close your eyes." Sherilyn bent down to kiss her daughter, "Time to sleep, Jenna, along with the moon."

Obediently, Jenna closed her eyes, her long lashes resting on her lower eyelids like tiny fans.

"Mommy." The tiny fans trembled slightly, her voice muffled, "If only... if only he could be Daddy."

At those words, Sherilyn shuddered, gazing down at her daughter in her arms.

Had Jenna really said that? Did she really, truly like Gilbert that much?

As her daughter slowly fell into a peaceful sleep, Sherilyn felt a sense of loss, unable to sleep for a long time.

...

The next day, Sherilyn didn't ask Gilbert to pick her up from the dance studio. He had a dinner party, so she went to Golden Oak Manor herself. Leaving the hospital, Elijah told her that Jenna's condition was more stable this time. After tomorrow's treatment, she could be discharged.

She knew well it was all thanks to Gilbert's medicine.

usual, Sherilyn stopped by the supermarket to pick up

Gilbert got home, he was greeted by a

was surprised to see a slender

steps

Sherilyn was bustling about in an apron, her long hair loosely tied up in a bun and secured

annoyed. "Why are you the one bustling about? Where's the maid? It's this late, haven't you eaten yet?" "You're

hair behind her ear and replying, "She finished her duties, so I let her leave early." Anticipating

puzzled, surveyed her.

clearly indicated she was cooking

said with a soft, warm

"For me?"

"It's

lifting the lid

see a bowl set over boiling water, containing an

been coughing

hollowed out the pear, filled it with honey... like this,

she donned oven

now, let it cool before you eat. This is really good for a cough. When I was little and had a cough, my grandma would a steam pears for me, and it would stop

Gilbert staring