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 the

his nose, taking a deep

"You're so annoying!"

kicked him, "That's

couldn't help it; your foot is even smaller than

her foot gently, his eyes sparkling in the dimly

feet don't stink; they're

at his kiss, her skin crawling, and she lowered her

"Don't..."

as a

"Heh."

driver's seat, David

"Ms.

right. I

head. Don't mind me.

Gilbert leaned in, their foreheads touching, smirking

Sherilyn could see

smile, the dim car lights accentuating his chiseled features... Sherilyn's heart skipped a beat, suddenly remembering why she'd fallen for

His dashing, debonair appearance.

charming prince was coated in

while Sherilyn was still asleep, she faintly

moved quietly, careful not to wake her, not even

the time he tiptoed out, Sherilyn had

of resentment welled up

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

of bed, she tied

and headed to the