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.

me do

and brought it close to his nose, taking a deep breath. "Mmm...smells great!

"You're so annoying!"

"That's for messing

is

gently, his eyes sparkling in the dimly lit

don't stink;

crawling, and she lowered her

"Don't..."

fear?" Gilbert's thick-skinned as a fortress wall, "David

"Heh."

driver's seat,

perfectly, "Ms. Sherilyn,

right. I don't have

my head. Don't mind me.

leaned in, their foreheads touching, smirking triumphantly

could see every

soft smile, the dim car lights accentuating his chiseled

His dashing, debonair appearance.

this charming prince was coated in poison, leading her to a point of

still asleep, she faintly heard Gilbert getting

moved quietly, careful not to wake her, not

he tiptoed out, Sherilyn had opened

resentment

why was he so stingy with his compassion back

of bed, she tied

headed to the