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.

Golden Oak Manor earlier than usual, Sherilyn stopped by the

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

direction, he was surprised to see a slender figure

steps towards

up in a bun and secured

frowned, slightly annoyed. "Why are you the one bustling about?

so I let her leave early." Anticipating

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

clearly indicated she was cooking

you," Sherilyn said with a soft,

"For me?"

nodded. "It's almost

off the stove, lifting the lid off a

set over boiling water, containing an

you been

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

spoke, she donned oven mitts

really good for a cough. When I was little and had a cough, my grandma

she saw Gilbert staring at