Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1093

The party had gone on until the wee hours of the morning, long after midnight. Gilbert had seen everyone off, one by one, and now returned to find Sherilyn. The place was finally quiet.

Sherilyn sat on a chair, feeling a bit dizzy from the champagne she'd had earlier. "Sherilyn."

Gilbert knelt down in front of her, taking her hand gently, "Feeling any better?" "Yeah."

Sherilyn nodded groggily, glancing around, "Is everyone gone?"

"Yes, they've all gone home to rest. Let's head back too."

"Okay."

She leaned on his arm to stand up.

As soon as she took a step, her knees buckled, and she nearly toppled over.

"Whoa, easy there!" Gilbert caught her securely, chuckling softly, "Lost your footing?"

"Yeah." Sherilyn frowned, frustrated, "I can't walk. What now?"

Gilbert's eyes softened with amusement; a tipsy Sherilyn was as endearing as a child. "How about this?"

He turned around, crouching slightly, "Hop on, I'll give you a lift."

broad back, contemplated for a

wide and flopped

his

laughing, "You

her head, teasing, "Can't I? You

and

Gilbert pleaded, swaying slightly under her playful assault, "I do, I do! My little daredevil, hold still,

Sherilyn obediently settled

me so much, I'll let you do it

maybe she was too out

aloud,

the sky. The night was crisp, the stars twinkling, and a gentle

thing missing

Gilbert mused to himself.

was too late for a child I to stay up, and partly because, what if the proposal didn't go

planned? Content belong

it, "When we have our wedding, Jenna and James can

murmur came from

"Sherilyn?"

thought he must have imagined it, "Was

"Mmm, hmm..."

was Sherilyn, and from the sound of it,

"Sherilyn..."