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

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

surprised to see a slender

his steps towards

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

the one bustling about? Where's the maid? It's this late, haven't you

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

surveyed her. "Then what are you busy

indicated she

you," Sherilyn said with a soft, warm

"For me?"

"It's

stove, lifting the lid off a

a bowl set over

you been

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

oven mitts to carefully remove the

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

up, she saw Gilbert staring at