Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

The moment was fleeting, yet the sour tinge at the tip of Sherilyn's nose was unbearable.

The last person who had cradled her feet to warm them was her grandma...

"What do you think?" Gilbert asked, his face beaming with a look that screamed 'praise me.' "Did I do good?"

"Uh..." Sherilyn's voice was hoarse as she nodded.

She dared not speak, fearing that her emotions might betray her control.

That's it? Not receiving the expected praise, Gilbert felt a tad disappointed.

His eyes twinkled mischievously as he teased, "Sweetheart, do you have athlete's foot or something?"

"What?" Sherilyn was taken aback. That was something she had never considered.

She mumbled, "No one's ever told me my feet stink."

"Silly."

Gilbert struggled to keep a straight face. "Who would tell you that to your face? They'd definitely talk behind your back."

That sorta made sense? Sherilyn was momentarily baffled.

"Not like me." Gilbert was enjoying this. "I'd tell you straight up."

"You're talking nonsense!" Sherilyn blushed, "Let me smell them then?"

Struggling, she tried to pull her foot away.

do

nose, taking a deep breath. "Mmm...smells

"You're so annoying!"

"That's for

is even smaller

her foot gently, his eyes

don't stink;

skin crawling, and she lowered her

"Don't..."

to fear?" Gilbert's thick-skinned as

"Heh."

the driver's seat, David

perfectly, "Ms.

I don't have

of my head. Don't

leaned in, their foreheads

Sherilyn could see every

in a soft smile, the dim car lights accentuating his chiseled features... Sherilyn's heart skipped a

His dashing, debonair appearance.

that this charming prince was coated in poison, leading her to a point of no

next morning, while Sherilyn was still asleep, she faintly heard

careful not to wake her,

he tiptoed out, Sherilyn had opened her eyes,

resentment

now, why was he so

of bed, she

headed to