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

Gilbert grabbed her foot and brought it close to his nose, taking a deep breath. "Mmm...smells great! Haha..." Sherilyn paused,

"You're so annoying!"

him, "That's

foot is

her foot gently, his eyes sparkling in

don't stink;

crawling, and she lowered her

"Don't..."

Gilbert's thick-skinned as a

"Heh."

driver's seat,

perfectly, "Ms. Sherilyn,

I don't have

of my head. Don't mind

their foreheads touching, smirking triumphantly at

close, Sherilyn could see every

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

His dashing, debonair appearance.

realize that this charming prince was coated

next morning, while Sherilyn was still asleep, she faintly

careful not to wake her, not

he tiptoed out, Sherilyn had

surge of resentment welled

was

out of bed, she

headed to