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.

earlier than usual, Sherilyn stopped by the supermarket to pick up

he was greeted by a sweet,

was surprised to see a

diverted his steps towards

tied up

about? Where's the maid? It's this

I let her leave early." Anticipating his misunderstanding,

so?" Gilbert, still puzzled, surveyed her. "Then what are

attire clearly indicated she was cooking

Sherilyn said with a

"For me?"

nodded. "It's almost

lifting

over boiling water, containing an

been

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

oven mitts to carefully remove

cough. When I was little and had a cough, my grandma would

saw Gilbert staring