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.

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

was greeted by a sweet, cloying scent

he was surprised to see a slender figure - it was

steps towards the

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

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

I let her leave early." Anticipating

still puzzled, surveyed her. "Then what are you busy

attire clearly indicated

you," Sherilyn said with a

"For me?"

"It's

turned off the stove, lifting the

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

you been

pears from the supermarket on my way back, along with some honey. I hollowed out the pear, filled it with honey... like this, placed it in the bowl, and steamed it over

spoke, she donned oven mitts to carefully remove the

it cool before you eat. This is really good for a cough. When I was little and

up, she saw Gilbert staring at her,