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."

Sherilyn blinked at his broad back, contemplated

spread her arms wide

patted his shoulder

laughing, "You treating me

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

with a mock pout and began to squirm

slightly under her playful assault, "I do, I do! My little daredevil,

warning, Sherilyn obediently settled

riding me so much, I'll let

or maybe she was too out

aloud, glancing

night was crisp, the stars twinkling, and a gentle breeze brushed by.

missing

Gilbert mused to himself.

for a child I to stay up, and partly

planned? Content belong

it, "When we have our wedding, Jenna and

murmur came from

"Sherilyn?"

it, "Was that you? Are you

"Mmm, hmm..."

Gilbert heard it clearly. It was Sherilyn, and from the sound of it, she

"Sherilyn..."