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."

back, contemplated

spread her arms wide

his shoulder

then burst out laughing, "You treating me like a

what?" Sherilyn tilted her head, teasing, "Can't I? You don't

'demanded' with a mock pout and began to squirm on

do! My little daredevil, hold still, or

the warning, Sherilyn

much, I'll let you

back didn't respond. Maybe she hadn't heard him, or maybe she was too out of

wondered aloud,

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

thing missing

Gilbert mused to himself.

late for a child I to stay

planned? Content belong

our wedding, Jenna and James can be

murmur came

"Sherilyn?"

have imagined it, "Was that you? Are you

"Mmm, hmm..."

was Sherilyn, and

"Sherilyn..."