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

contain himself any longer, Gilbert grabbed her foot and brought it close to his nose, taking

"You're so annoying!"

"That's for

foot is even smaller than my palm,

foot gently, his eyes sparkling

don't stink; they're

her skin crawling, and she lowered her

"Don't..."

Gilbert's thick-skinned as

"Heh."

the driver's seat, David

"Ms. Sherilyn,

right. I

of my head.

their foreheads touching,

Sherilyn could see every eyelash

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

His dashing, debonair appearance.

she didn't realize that this charming prince was coated in poison, leading

while Sherilyn was still asleep,

careful not to wake

tiptoed out, Sherilyn had

surge of resentment welled up

he could be so considerate now, why was he so stingy with his

of bed, she

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