Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Outside the TV station, the taping had just wrapped up, and all eyes seemed to drift in their direction.

There was this strapping, handsome guy, all smiles, exchanging whispers and sneaky laughs with those around him.

"Which celeb is that?"

"So hot!"

"Look how tall! Must be a model, right?"

"Hurry up!"

Sherilyn quickly draped her jacket over him.

"Can't stand the thought of anyone else laying eyes on me?"

Gilbert, misinterpreting her gesture, chuckled and playfully pinched her nose, "Got a bit of a jealous streak, huh, my little vinegar bottle?"

What the heck? Sherilyn was taken aback. He really knew how to twist things. She was just worried he'd catch a cold, okay?

It was her spilling her drink all over him that had him stripping here, in this chilly weather. If he got sick, it'd be on her.

With a grin, Gilbert slipped on the jacket, rolling up the stained shirt to toss in a nearby bin.

He showed her a toothy grin, "Alright, alright, I'm all yours. No peeks for anyone else!"

Suddenly, Sherilyn averted her gaze.

She just couldn't bring herself to face that smile of his...

at Golden Oak Manor, Fidelia

timing. I'll leave you to it. I'll tidy up the kitchen and dining

had given

"Sherilyn,"

arms, his cheek nestled in her neck, murmuring softly, "These past few days without you... do you have any idea how much I missed you?" He asked, "What about you? Did

Sherilyn's heart, her lips parting slightly, "Yes,

she could finish, he lifted her chin and sealed her words with

night, as big snowflakes began to fall

their bodies intertwined

closest

broke,

of bed quietly, tiptoeing into the walk-in

in a cashmere shawl, her hair loosely tied

"Did I wake

her head.

standing up, "So, you're

the seven

"What about breakfast?

shook his head, taking her hand. "I'll

at the airport.

see me

much. She took his hand, "Let's

seeing him to the foyer, watching

their foreheads touching, "What's this today? Can't bear to see me

made a face but

lips