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 for

her arms wide and

patted his

laughing, "You treating me

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

'demanded' with a mock pout and began

do, I do! My little

warning, Sherilyn obediently settled

like riding me so much, I'll let you do it

his back didn't respond. Maybe she hadn't heard him, or maybe she was too out of it to understand. She remained

wondered aloud, glancing

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

missing

Gilbert mused to himself.

partly because it was too late for a child I to stay up,

planned? Content belong

it, "When we have our wedding, Jenna and

murmur came from behind

"Sherilyn?"

it, "Was that

"Mmm, hmm..."

clearly. It was Sherilyn, and from the sound of

"Sherilyn..."