Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1008

The door to the room opened silently, a testament to the care with which Gilbert entered. His eyes immediately found Jenna, who, despite being half-asleep, managed to muster a greeting for him.

"Mr. Gilbert."

"Hey there, kiddo."

Glancing at Sherilyn, he subtly nodded towards the door, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll stay with Jenna, get her back to sleep... Why don't you head down to the dining room?" "Why?" Sherilyn asked, puzzled.

"Just go, you'll see," he urged without offering further explanation. Gently pulling her to her feet, he then lay down beside Jenna.

Waving her off, he added, "Go on, then."

Feeling a mix of curiosity and reluctance due to not wanting to disturb Jenna's descent into slumber, Sherilyn left the room without further questions and made her way downstairs.

realized was there. Her stomach betrayed her with a loud grumble just as she was spotted by a smiling staff member at the dining table. "Good evening, Ms.

smile, returning the greeting. "You're from the

Gilbert had introduced her to all the staff members to help her recognize faces and prevent any of the Harrison family's spies from

the chefs from the main house. Mr. Gilbert asked me to prepare a special dish for you. It's

to the table, he continued, "Please, have a seat, Ms.

said, taking the

then unveiled the dish. "This was prepared according to

"Thanks."

the silverware beside her plate, pondering why Gilbert had arranged for this surprise. It must have been Candida's

was hungry, but eating at this hour? Yet, there it was-a beautifully prepared fish dish. Her phone buzzed

sea bass is

like. Go ahead, it's

He added:

enough. Any thinner and it could affect your