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.

chuckle, "All this time, and you've only

not in

ready this year, next year is fine too. I'll keep

"That's more like it..."

muttered. It wasn't her

for Jenna, her little darling obviously

measuring, the size was just

"It's good."

Sherilyn

to take it to the TV

the stuff

time during

"Come here."

the covers waiting for her, and as soon as she joined him, he wrapped his arms

your hands and feet stay warm. From

The next day.

Sherilyn went back to Sunset Ridge Community in the morning to spend time

arrived, Lauren informed her, "Ms. Sherilyn, your group

paused, a

"Sorry about that." Lauren

was a

from above, the

too. Sorry for

inconvenience."

seemed to be someone with

After a brief

person doesn't change my

came to practice today, except for