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.

remembered she had mentioned knitting him a sweater and couldn't help but chuckle, "All this time, and you've only done

not in

quickly corrected himself, "Take your time. If it's not ready this year, next year is fine too. I'll keep

"That's more like it..."

wasn't her

knitted one for Jenna, her little darling obviously came

size was just

"It's good."

Sherilyn

planning to

stuff

time during

"Come here."

the covers waiting for her, and as soon

so your hands and feet stay warm. From now on, I'll always hold you."

The next day.

Ridge Community in the morning to

soon as Sherilyn arrived, Lauren informed her,

a

"Sorry about that." Lauren

"It was a

from above, the

out too.

inconvenience."

be someone with

smiling. After a brief moment of

doesn't change

the stars came to