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?"

gently

nodding, "Getting slashed with a knife is terrifying,

"Don't be scared."

her onto his lap, his palm resting on her

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"Just a madman."

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"I believe!"

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

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