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 for a moment,

her arms wide and flopped onto his

his shoulder

burst out laughing, "You treating

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

'demanded' with a mock pout and began

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

warning, Sherilyn obediently

so much, I'll let you do it all night when we're

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

wondered aloud, glancing

twinkling, and

missing

Gilbert mused to himself.

Jenna along, partly because it was too late for a child I to

planned? Content belong

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

came from

"Sherilyn?"

thought he must have imagined it, "Was that you? Are

"Mmm, hmm..."

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

"Sherilyn..."