Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Arriving at the Golden Oak Manor, Gilbert was wrestling with how to gracefully scoop Sherilyn out of the car with one arm when she stirred awake on her own. Blinking her eyes open, she murmured, "Are we here already? Why didn't you wake me?"

Gilbert couldn't help but chuckle, "Seems like you woke up just at the right time. My arm's a bit out of commission; let me just hold your hand instead."

He extended his hand to Sherilyn, helping her out of the car as they walked together toward the house.

"Hmm..."

As they entered, Sherilyn inhaled deeply, "Wow, what's that amazing smell? Is Fidelia cooking up some stew?" "Ms. Gomez, Mr. Johnson, it's oxtail soup."

Sherilyn pulled Gilbert to sit down, pointing at his arm, "Perfect, you could use some nourishment yourself."

"Sure thing," Gilbert replied with a smile.

"By the way,"

During dinner, Sherilyn broached a subject, "Could you maybe not have Abel tailing me anymore?"

"Hmm?" Gilbert raised an eyebrow, not immediately responding.

"Let him stay with you."

Sherilyn glanced at his arm, "If Abel had been there today, you wouldn't have gotten hurt."

"Worried about me?"

took her hand, gently squeezing it in

lips, nodding, "Getting slashed with

"Don't be scared."

stretched his arm, pulling her onto his

and the

shake the feeling that Gilbert

true, but he was the father of her children. Even if they were to live apart, she hoped they both could still lead happy

"Just a madman."

her, spooning soup to her lips, Just some resentment towards the wealthy. Allen caught

need a bodyguard, and having him there would really put me

at the

frankly, unable to

suppose I could

meat, suddenly saying, "Just don't

then

face, “Listen,

this

I've only met

time, believe it or

one

"I believe!"

hand, "I believe! As long as it's you saying it,

him, narrowing his eyes, "So, were you just talking nonsense before, to spite