Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 990

Sherilyn glanced at the message and instinctively turned to Gilbert, "Was it you? Did you tweak my script?" "Are we not in a rush anymore?"

Gilbert smiled lightly, neither confirming nor denying, "Can we relax and have something to eat now?"

Of course, there were no objections.

The two made their way to the restaurant, one after the other.

Here at the South Building, there wasn't a dedicated chef.

That was because it wasn't necessary. Ever since Gilbert had moved in, he hadn't had a single meal here.

He would usually head back to Blue Haven, mostly to join his mother Katy for meals.

So, breakfast was prepared by Sophia.

This morning, Sophia had baked the toast that Jenna had specifically asked for.

But now, facing the freshly baked toast, Sherilyn found herself without an appetite.

She rubbed her stomach as it felt unusually cold.

"What's wrong?"

Gilbert noticed her discomfort and frowned slightly, "Feeling unwell?"

"No," Sherilyn shook her head.

"Is it the food that's not to your liking?"

as she reached for the

asked her, "What do you

then chuckled, "Sophia went through the trouble of

asked what you

with a smile,

"You?"

taken aback, belching

Really?

known him for ten years and was unaware

"You can cook?"

offense, giving her a mock glare, "Just because I haven't

the truth, "Chicken noodle

Gilbert

tell you..." Sherilyn pouted,

soup, not everyone who knows how to cook knows how

soup, got

of toast away and stood

got one good hand right now, so

What?

was astonished, could he

stood up and followed

in

flour and asked her while opening the

make it

it, spicy and

call

"Oh, okay."

AQUMS

his left hand being less cooperative, Gilbert was indeed a