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,

arms wide and flopped

his shoulder

"You treating me

her head, teasing,

a mock pout and began

assault, "I do, I do!

warning, Sherilyn obediently

chuckled, "If you like riding me so much, I'll

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

wondered aloud, glancing

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

missing is

Gilbert mused to himself.

a child I to stay up, and partly because, what if the proposal didn't go

planned? Content belong

have our wedding, Jenna and James can

came from behind

"Sherilyn?"

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

"Mmm, hmm..."

was Sherilyn,

"Sherilyn..."