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.

than usual, Sherilyn stopped by the supermarket

he was greeted by a sweet,

in that direction, he was surprised to

his steps towards

long hair loosely tied up

"Why are you the one bustling about?

a stray hair behind her ear and replying, "She finished her duties, so I let her leave early." Anticipating his misunderstanding, she added with a smile, "She

still puzzled, surveyed her. "Then what are you

clearly indicated she

said with a soft, warm

"For me?"

"It's

lifting the lid off

inside to see a bowl set over

been coughing

bought some pears from the supermarket on my way back, along with some honey. I hollowed out the pear, filled it with honey...

she spoke, she donned oven mitts to

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

Gilbert