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

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

"You're so annoying!"

him, "That's for

your foot is even

out loud, kissing her foot gently, his eyes sparkling in the dimly

feet don't stink; they're

kiss, her skin crawling,

"Don't..."

fear?" Gilbert's thick-skinned as a fortress wall, "David can't

"Heh."

the driver's

perfectly, "Ms. Sherilyn,

I don't have

head. Don't mind me.

in, their foreheads touching, smirking triumphantly

Sherilyn could see

lips curved in a soft smile, the dim car lights accentuating his

His dashing, debonair appearance.

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

still asleep,

careful not to wake her, not even

the time he tiptoed out, Sherilyn had opened her eyes,

a surge of resentment welled up

now, why was he so stingy with his compassion

bed, she tied up

headed to the