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.

igniting a hunger she hadn't realized was there. Her stomach betrayed her with a loud grumble just as she was spotted

a smile, returning the

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

clarified, "I'm one of the chefs from the main house. Mr. Gilbert asked me

table, he continued, "Please, have

said, taking

dish. "This was prepared according

"Thanks."

pondering why Gilbert had arranged for this surprise. It must have been Candida's doing, she thought, possibly Naomi's, now that Naomi was

but eating at this hour? Yet, there it was-a beautifully

bass is steamed, no

sour sauce you like. Go

He added:

already slim enough. Any thinner and it could