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.

with that same gleeful smile, passionately

like you! When I grow up, I want to marry

now, that girl's heart belonged to

hearts drift apart. This world

Gilbert smirked, "Thanks."

his arm, becoming more

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

like me even more!" Gilbert squinted, thinking to himself how her

like you! One

of his face,

with a chuckle, "We've been out here for a while, let's go

tightly, "Then, will you dance

"I can't!"

"I can teach you!"

...

Golden Oak Manor.

was past nine, and dinner had

with her pregnancy appetite, opted for a bowl of soup from the pot. That filled

she emerged

if Gilbert planned on

she idly scrolled through her phone

Callie, a photo. The backdrop seemed

Gilbert

fingers holding a