Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

The moment was fleeting, yet the sour tinge at the tip of Sherilyn's nose was unbearable.

The last person who had cradled her feet to warm them was her grandma...

"What do you think?" Gilbert asked, his face beaming with a look that screamed 'praise me. "Did I do good?"

"Uh..." Sherilyn's voice was hoarse as she nodded.

She dared not speak, fearing that her emotions might betray her control.

That's it? Not receiving the expected praise, Gilbert felt a tad disappointed.

His eyes twinkled mischievously as he teased, "Sweetheart, do you have athlete's foot or something?"

"What?" Sherilyn was taken aback. That was something she had never considered.

She mumbled, "No one's ever told me my feet stink."

"Silly."

Gilbert struggled to keep a straight face. "Who would tell you that to your face? They'd definitely talk behind your back."

That sorta made sense? Sherilyn was momentarily baffled.

"Not like me." Gilbert was enjoying this. "I'd tell you straight up."

"You're talking nonsense!" Sherilyn blushed, "Let me smell them then?"

Struggling, she tried to pull her foot away.

"Let me do the honors!"

Unable to contain himself any longer, Gilbert grabbed her foot and brought it close to his nose, taking a deep breath. "Mmm...smells great! Haha..."

Sherilyn paused, then caught on. He was teasing her!

"You're so annoying!"

She kicked him, "That's for messing with me!"

"I couldn't help it; your foot is even smaller than my palm, too adorable!"

Gilbert laughed out loud, kissing her foot gently, his eyes sparkling in the dimly lit car.

"Your feet don't stink; they're lovely."

Sherilyn stiffened at his kiss, her skin crawling, and she lowered her voice, glancing at David. "Don't..."

"What's there to fear?" Gilbert's thick-skinned as a fortress wall, "David can't see."

"Heh."

From the driver's seat, David played along perfectly, "Ms. Sherilyn, Mr. Gilbert's right. I don't have eyeszin

the back of my head. Don't mind me. Heh."

"See?" Gilbert leaned in, their foreheads touching, smirking triumphantly at her.

So close, Sherilyn could see every eyelash clearly.

His eyes were slightly lowered, his beautiful lips curved in a soft smile, the dim car lights accentuating his chiseled features... Sherilyn's heart skipped a beat, suddenly remembering why she'd fallen for him in the first place.

His dashing, debonair appearance.

Back then, she didn't realize that this charming prince was coated in poison, leading her to a point of no return!

The next morning, while Sherilyn was still asleep, she faintly heard Gilbert getting up.

He moved quietly, careful not to wake her, not even turning on the light.

By the time he tiptoed out, Sherilyn had opened her eyes, wide awake.

Suddenly, a surge of resentment welled up within her!

If he could be so considerate now, why was he so stingy with his compassion back then?

Rolling out of bed, she tied up her

hair and headed to the bathroom etContent (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

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Leaving Golden Oak Manor, Sherilyn used an app to hail a ride to Sunset Ridge Community.

After getting out of the car, she walked past a pharmacy and decided to drop in and buy a pregnancy test.

She knew it wasn't the optimal time

to check, and the results might r

be accurate, ultimately

ultimately requiring

a

blood test for confirmation ont

But she just had to know, craving for some peace of mind.

She was desperate to be pregnant.