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

arms wide and flopped onto his

his shoulder playfully,

"You

her head, teasing,

mock pout and began to

her playful assault, "I do, I do! My little

Sherilyn obediently

much, I'll

person on his back didn't respond. Maybe she hadn't heard him, or maybe she

wondered aloud, glancing

and a gentle breeze brushed by. It was a

missing

Gilbert mused to himself.

too late for a child I to stay up, and partly

planned? Content belong

have our wedding, Jenna

came

"Sherilyn?"

have imagined it, "Was that you?

"Mmm, hmm..."

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

"Sherilyn..."