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.

Oak Manor earlier than usual, Sherilyn stopped by the

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

in that direction, he was surprised to see a

his steps towards

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

one bustling about? Where's the maid? It's this

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

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

indicated

said with a soft, warm

"For me?"

"It's

turned off the stove, lifting the lid

to see a bowl set over

been

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

donned oven mitts to carefully

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

she saw Gilbert