Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"That number, indeed, is registered under the name of Galloway."

Sherilyn was taken aback, having not expected such a result.

But she couldn't understand, "Why hide the number?"

Gilbert glanced at her, his thin lips curling into a faint smile, "Galloway is a renowned contemporary artist, his paintings are priceless treasures, sought after by many. Probably, Mr. White just wanted some peace and quiet."

Really?

Sherilyn furrowed her brows, skeptical.

"Stop worrying about it."

Gilbert extended his arm, took her hand, and gently caressed it, "You're overthinking because you're concerned."

Was she really overthinking?

Sherilyn pulled her hand away, her face tight, "Just focus on driving!"

At the Golden Oak Manor.

Gilbert came out after taking a shower.

"Come here..." Sherilyn beckoned to him, "I need to check something."

"Alright."

He didn't ask why, just obediently walked over to her.

Sherilyn was holding knitting needles, having just started a bright red, thin circle.

she had mentioned knitting him a sweater and couldn't help but chuckle, "All this

not in a

If it's not ready this year, next year is

"That's more like it..."

It wasn't her being

had first knitted one for Jenna, her little darling obviously

size was just

"It's good."

Sherilyn

backpack, planning to take it to the TV

the stuff into

the time during

"Come here."

as soon as she joined him,

her forehead. "I'll hold you as we sleep, so your hands and feet stay warm. From now on, I'll always hold you."

The next day.

in the morning to spend time with Jenna. After the lunch break,

arrived, Lauren informed her, "Ms. Sherilyn, your group has an additional

paused, a

"Sorry about that." Lauren

was

above,

out too. Sorry

inconvenience."

be someone with

a brief

extra person doesn't

to practice today, except for