Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1181

"Sure thing," Sherilyn grinned, stepping forward with a brightness in her eyes. "Really?" Gilbert cocked an eyebrow, not quite believing her.

"Really," she replied, her smile playful and teasing.

She reached up and gave his cheek a little pat, laughing softly. "There you go."

"That's it?" Gilbert tried not to laugh. He should've known she wouldn't kiss him in front of Jenna-such a tease.

He squeezed her hand anyway, not letting go. "Come on, let's eat."

Sherilyn gave his hand a half-hearted tug but didn't really try to break free. She just let him lead her toward the dining room.

"Hurry up-Jenna was just saying she's starving," Sherilyn called over her shoulder.

"Well, we can't let our little princess go hungry, can we?" Gilbert said, voice full of mock concern.

"Is tonight the night for Mom's famous roast chicken?" he added, grinning.

"You bet!"

The dining room table was already set, only missing the roast chicken.

"Hang on," Sherilyn said, smiling. "I'll go bring it in."

While she was gone, Gilbert sat with Jenna and pulled his phone from his pocket, placing it on the table-just in case his brother called. He flicked the screen open to check-no missed calls, no unread messages.

but wonder how things were going back

down, Sherilyn reappeared,

said, jumping up to take the dish and set it in the middle of the

look. "What were you

smiled, shaking his head. "Nah, just wrapped up some work stuff. All good

steering the conversation away. "Looks amazing—and it smells

talk too much," Sherilyn teased, rolling her eyes

"Yes, ma'am."

tugged both

Every

at this hour, she wok

her favorite

before bath and bedtime.

set up a little cozy home theater in her room. Now

mom and

the screen and giggling

the show.

the clock as she stood. "She'll

go get her pajamas and start the

"Got it," Gilbert replied.

phone buzzed in his

hesitated, then

Francis answered quickly, voice