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?"

hand, gently squeezing it

"Getting slashed with a knife is terrifying,

"Don't be scared."

his lap, his palm resting on

for you and

couldn't shake the feeling that Gilbert might be facing some

if they were to live apart, she hoped they both could still lead

"Just a madman."

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

wave of relief. "But still, keep Abel close by. I don't need a bodyguard,

you just need to drop me at the TV station and pick me up in the

to resist her coaxing, and frankly,

I

her a piece of meat, suddenly saying, "Just don't meet Edgar

then cupped

face, “Listen,

this

I've only met

time, believe it

one

"I believe!"

believe! As long as

"So, were