Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Gilbert gave it a couple of tugs, all in jest.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Gilbert burst into laughter, begging for mercy, "Alright, alright, I give up!"

But then he continued, "What's there to be embarrassed about? Love and passion, it's all natural... Ow!"

Sherilyn tightened her grip, and Gilbert was sure he was about to become bald!

Dodging her, he quickly ran downstairs and placed her on a chair in the dining room.

"Just a sec, dinner will be served in no time."

The housekeeper had left dinner ready; the rice and soup were kept warm in the pots, but the dishes had cooled off.

Mr. Johnson quickly reheated the dishes, served the rice and soup, and placed them in front of Sherilyn.

"Dig in."

Too hungry to speak, Sherilyn just nodded, nearly burying her face in the bowl.

"Take it easy," Gilbert frowned, "Slow down, don't choke yourself."

Yet, he himself was eating even faster. After filling up, while Sherilyn was still sipping her soup, Gilbert casually picked up his phone and dialed a number. "It's me, yeah... Check a number for me."

The call was to Charles, concerning Rebecca.

"Let me know as soon as you have something. Alright."

full, was

"What's up?"

an eyebrow, "Looking at me like that, got your fill and now you're after

He sighed, standing up.

"Alright, here you go.

earnest, as Sherilyn pinched him hard

her teeth, "All day long, can't you think

"Ha ha."

is in good shape! No need

Decades?

the urge to roll her eyes. He sure was

went through her heart. Decades?

Charles soon had news.

at the office,

hidden

yet to visit this

should I check it

felt a personal visit

about it."

"Alright, Mr. Gilbert."

a training session for a performer and would be late. He'd take this chance to see what was

Maple Grove House.

no idea where she was or why she

was supposed to be in