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

and brought it close to his nose,

"You're so annoying!"

"That's for

is even

laughed out loud, kissing her foot gently, his eyes sparkling

feet don't

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

"Don't..."

fear?" Gilbert's thick-skinned as

"Heh."

driver's seat,

perfectly, "Ms.

I

of my head. Don't mind me.

their foreheads touching,

close, Sherilyn could see every eyelash

slightly lowered, his beautiful lips curved in a soft smile, the dim car lights accentuating his chiseled

His dashing, debonair appearance.

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

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

wake her, not

out, Sherilyn had opened her

resentment welled up within

now, why was he so stingy

bed, she tied up

to the bathroom