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.

stopped by the supermarket to pick

he was greeted by

surprised to see

steps towards

an apron, her long hair loosely tied up in a bun and secured with a pencil, looking as beautiful

slightly annoyed. "Why are you the one bustling about? Where's the

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

Gilbert, still puzzled, surveyed

attire clearly indicated she

with a soft,

"For me?"

nodded. "It's almost

turned off the stove, lifting

peered inside to see a bowl set over boiling water, containing an unpeeled pear

you been

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

she spoke, she donned oven mitts to carefully remove

When I was little and had a cough, my grandma would a steam pears for me, and it would stop right

she saw Gilbert staring at