Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

At the exclusive Pinegrove Club.

Gilbert stepped out of the private dining room, craving a breath of fresh air, with Callie Robinson trotting behind him.

"Gilbert, wait up!"

He glanced back at her, then asked, "Why are you following me?"

"Why so grumpy?" Callie pouted, ignoring his chilly demeanor. "We've known each other since we were kids, remember? You didn't even recognize me last time! Plus, you still owe me an apology." She was referring to the incident involving her and Caroline Bennett.

At that time, Gilbert hadn't recognized her.

But who was Callie? A lady of distinguished heritage, raised with Western values, unfamiliar with the concept of restraint.

Knowing Gilbert would be here tonight, she made it a point to seek him out.

Once Gilbert was informed of her identity, the issue with Caroline had to be brushed aside.

The Robinson family's reputation had to be preserved.

But an apology?

A smirk played on Gilbert's lips. "And how exactly should I apologize?"

Callie laughed, looping her arm through his and saying, "Gilbert, I like you! I've liked you since we were kids! Let's date? I want to be with you!"

Really? Gilbert paused, momentarily stunned.

ago, another girl had stood before him with that same gleeful smile, passionately confessing her

grow up, I want to marry you! I

that girl's heart belonged to someone

This world never promised anything

Gilbert smirked, "Thanks."

for what?" Callie clung tighter to his arm, becoming

her off, "I have a girlfriend. You're out

chance? I'm confident that once you're with me, you'll like me even more!" Gilbert squinted, thinking

you're mine! I like you! One day, you'll like

in front of his face, pouting, "Why

Gilbert snapped out of it with a chuckle, "We've been out here for

onto his arm tightly, "Then, will you dance

"I can't!"

"I can teach you!"

...

Golden Oak Manor.

nine, and dinner had gone

too lazy to reheat and struggling with her pregnancy appetite, opted for a bowl of soup

her meal, she emerged from her

Gilbert

in bed, she idly scrolled through her phone with no particular aim.

caught her eye-it was from Callie, a photo. The backdrop

Gilbert

defined fingers holding