Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1035

Gilbert was wrapped in a silk robe that seemed to come straight out of an old Hollywood movie, the kind that's both luxurious and effortlessly casual. With just a slight lift of his hand, his fingers teasingly tugged at the sash tied around his waist, and the robe slid off his shoulders with graceful ease.

Beneath, he wore nothing, the silk fabric pooling at his waist, leaving his upper body fully exposed, for all to see.

Sherilyn blinked, feeling a warmth creeping up her cheeks.

It wasn't the first time she had seen him without a shirt, but the sight still made her heart race and her cheeks flush.

The reason was simple: the man was sculpted like a Greek god.

His lean frame hid a well-muscled physique, honed from years of hitting the gym, complete with a set of perfect abs and the kind of V-line that had her thinking of those old sayings about looking skinny in clothes but being all muscle underneath. Unaware of her turmoil, Gilbert stood there, neck stiff, "Is this okay?"

"Uh... yeah..." Sherilyn managed, her face wooden as she tore open a medicated patch, her gaze fixed firmly away, instructing him.

"I'm going to stick this on now, don't move."

"Alright."

She applied the patch to his neck, rolling it gently over his skin.

"Ouch..." Gilbert winced, sucking in a breath.

"Does it hurt?" Sherilyn paused, her movements becoming even gentler, "I'll go slower, then."

She couldn't help but mutter, "Why did you even sleep on the couch?"

For someone nearly six-foot-three to curl up on a sofa, it was no wonder he ended up with a stiff neck.

Gilbert's bare back, grazing over scars that spoke of a past that wasn't all

it tickled him enough

shadow passed over Gilbert's eyes, his

could clearly catch the faint scent of her jasmine-scented

done." Sherilyn finished applying the

"Sherilyn..."

and

"Huh? Ah..."

Gilbert's arm tightened

in a swift

nestled snugly against

brushed

"Sherilyn, I can't hold

down to kiss her, Sherilyn was taken aback, her

her

resist, and

eyelashes fluttered

before finally coming to

seemed to take this as his wrapping his arms

her in

in his

ly relax...

fierce kiss, but it was deep, tender,

"Sherilyn..."

lips, cradling her cheek in his palm,

lost for words, her cheeks flushing a