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.

Sherilyn stopped by the supermarket to pick

home, he was greeted by a sweet, cloying scent wafting

direction, he was surprised to see a slender

his steps towards

up in a bun

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

I let her leave early." Anticipating his misunderstanding, she added with a smile,

still puzzled, surveyed her. "Then what

clearly indicated

with a soft,

"For me?"

nodded. "It's almost

lifting the

see a bowl set over boiling water, containing an

been coughing a

honey. I hollowed out the pear, filled it with honey... like this, placed it in the bowl, and

oven mitts to carefully remove

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

up, she saw Gilbert staring at