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!

to lose himself in this moment, to let it

...

Sherilyn was utterly spent. As usual, Gilbert carried her to the bathroom and helped

in vinegar, tender and weak, her bones

endless supply of energy. As he carried Sherilyn back to the bed, he marveled

and wrapped his

today that he truly understood the profound connection of body and soul-it was

aside the hair sticking to her neck

her eyes closed, swatting at

we take a break?"

agreeing, and held her close

he couldn't contain

love me,

Sherilyn replied, rolling her eyes inwardly, her voice tinged

to let her brush

do love you..." Sherilyn admitted,

her closer. "I

up, and pointed towards the closet. "I

besides, his medication was still waiting... "As you

to the closet. Sherilyn picked out some clothes, slipping them on, and then tossed some to him

these on,"