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."

blinked at his broad back, contemplated for a moment, then

arms wide and

patted his shoulder playfully,

laughing, "You treating me like a horse

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

pout and began to

assault, "I do, I do! My little

Sherilyn

I'll

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

aloud, glancing

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

missing

Gilbert mused to himself.

it was too late for a child I to

planned? Content belong

have our wedding, Jenna and James

murmur came from

"Sherilyn?"

imagined it, "Was that you?

"Mmm, hmm..."

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

"Sherilyn..."