Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1142

"Night then, catch you later for dinner."

"Alright, goodnight."

Galen put his phone down, took a peek through the gate, and finally started his car and drove off.

...

It was nine in the evening when Gilbert hurried back to Blue Haven.

As he entered the South Building, the lights in the dining room were still on.

"You're back."

Sherilyn greeted him. She wore an oatmeal-colored silk gown, a cashmere shawl draped over her shoulders. Her long hair was braided into a fishtail that lay gracefully over her chest. Her face was bare, yet she looked as fresh and lovely as a lily in bloom.

She asked him just that one question before turning to walk further inside.

"Come have your medicine."

It was a statement, almost an order.

"Okay."

Gilbert followed her obediently, sat down, and picked up the bowl. As he drank the concoction, he kept his eyes on her.

"Why are you staring at me?" Sherilyn frowned. "Am I the medicine?"

"You're just so beautiful, incredibly beautiful."

Sherilyn let out a soft laugh, resting her chin on her hand. "You're a

Gilbert asked, genuinely curious. "What's

"I haven't changed much, maybe a little, but it's not like I've got a new face. Why didn't you like

Gilbert felt a

"Just drink your medicine."

walked away, her demeanor suggesting she might be

"Sherilyn! Wait!"

panic, Gilbert quickly finished his medicine and

into the walk-in closet to grab some clothes to change into before

hand, looking at her with

I am." Sherilyn didn't shy away, meeting his

didn't like me before, so why start now? Why did you have to mess with

"I'm sorry!"

arms around her, pulling

her ear, "I was blind

her eyes,

go, Gilbert held her tighter. "My

"?"

this, Sherilyn stopped struggling and looked up

"He contacted you?"

"Yeah."

nodded, his

cheek.

afternoon as soon as

arrived."

vel?