Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1068

"Step on it!" Gilbert barked at the driver, urgency lacing his voice.

"Sure thing, Mr. Nine," the driver responded, pressing the pedal harder.

Finally, they arrived at Blue Haven.

The car came to a halt at the South Building. Without missing a beat, Gilbert scooped Sherilyn into his arms and dashed up to the second floor.

"Put me down!" Sherilyn protested.

"I've got you. Let's go!" Gilbert insisted, practically flying up the staircase. He kicked open Sherilyn's bedroom door and quickly swung it shut behind them, locking it with a swift motion. He laid her gently on the bed...

They used to be married, and even after their separation, they'd been together. Sherilyn knew exactly what was on his mind.

"Can I take a shower first?" she asked softly, trying to stall.

"What for? We can do that later!" he replied, leaning in. She was unable to resist, surrendering to the moment.

Maybe she wasn't just surrendering.

...

Gilbert had never felt anything like this before, a sensation that consumed him entirely. His cheeks were flushed, eyes half-closed, every breath he took was scorching... He was burning up!

And he welcomed it!

himself in this moment, to

...

utterly spent. As usual, Gilbert carried her

it had been soaked in vinegar, tender and weak, her bones fragile. She

supply of energy. As he carried Sherilyn back to the bed, he marveled at her delicate frame, her shoulder blades like the wings of a butterfly, ready to

her down and wrapped his

truly understood the profound connection of body and soul-it

sticking to her neck and pressed soft

eyes closed,

take a break?"

chuckled softly, agreeing, and held her

couldn't contain

love me,

replied, rolling her eyes inwardly, her voice tinged with

properly!" Gilbert insisted, refusing to

do love you..." Sherilyn admitted,

Gilbert grinned, satisfied, pulling her

pointed towards the closet. "I

besides, his

to the closet. Sherilyn picked out some clothes, slipping them on,

on,"