Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

When their lips met, he couldn’t believe how soft they felt!

In less than a second, Sherilyn freaked out in his gaze.

Struggling to free herself, she exclaimed, “Let me go! What are you doing? Let me go! Ah…”

“Sherilyn, what’s the matter with you?” Gilbert was visibly annoyed. “Do you seriously think I wanted to hug you? I was trying to help. And for the record, I didn’t want to kiss you. I just lost my balancel”

Sherilyn shouted. “Get away from me!”

“Stop yelling. I’m letting gol” As Gilbert released her, he suddenly noticed the abrasions on Sherilyn’s arms, which seemed to be bleeding.

Instinctively, Gilbert grabbed her arm. “Did you get these just now? You’re hurt, aren’t you? Why didn’t you say anything back at the police. station?”

Their skin touched again.

Suddenly, she seemed to lose control, covering her head and screaming at the top of her lungs. “I told you to let go! Get out! Don’t touch

Gilbert was stunned, his pupils dilating in shock.

He quickly withdrew his hand, stepping back. T’ve let go! Calmed down! You ungrateful woman!”

“Ah… But Sherlyn, with her eyes closed, kept shaking her head, seemingly oblivious to his words.

“Sherilyn!” Out of options, Gilbert raised his hand and slammed it against the car, shouting. “Calm down! Open your eyes and look!”

With the car shaking, Sherilyn froze, slowly opening her eyes. After assuring that Gilbert did step back, she gradually calmed down.

She hugged her backpack tightly, murmuring, “Step back a bit more.

That way, she could get out of the car.

Gilbert clenched his jaw, nodding slightly and stepping back

Shenlyn pursed her lips, looking down as she left the car, and started to jog forward.

Watching her retreating figure, Gilbert couldn’t help but snort. “What was that all about? What did she think I was going to do?”

She acted as if he had intentions of “bullying her!

He followed her.

“Sherlyn.” Once in the living room, Gilbert caught up to her..

Sherilyn stopped but didn’t tum around, “Yes?”

“Heh” Gilbert chuckled sarcastically, full of disdain, “You thought I was up to something, didn’t you?”

Sherilyn kept her head down, silent.

He took her silence for agreement. His tone grew more mocking. “You’re quite something. Four years ago, you weren’t my type. What makes you think anything’s changed? Acting all defensive”

Sherlyn abruptly turned, facing him. “I know where I stand. In your eyes, I’m less desirable than the Johnson family’s dog. You don’t have to keep going. I get it.”

Gilbert was briefly stunned. Less desirable than a dog? Did he ever say that?

With a smirk, he coldly said, “Good to know! At least a dog knows its place. Having you around is just trouble!”

“Right.” Sherilyn’s expression was impassive as she nodded, “Are we done here? Can I go rest now?”

His words didn’t provoke a reaction from her huh? No anger?

Gilbert was perplexed, waving her off. “Sure, go.”

But as Sherilyn turned to leave, a thought struck him. “Wait!”

“Something else?” Sherilyn frowned, looking back at him.

Seeing her irritation, Gilbert couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m not bothering you, yet you’re annoyed? I just wanted to know, which room are you sleeping in?“/

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Something was off. Gilbert narrowed his eyes. “I checked, and the servant’s quarters are even uncleaned Where have you been sleeping

these last few nights?”

What? Had he checked?

Sherilyn was surprised, not understanding why he would suddenly inspect the servant’s quarters, nor did she want to know

It was his house. He had the freedom to inspect whenever and whatever he wished.

She pointed toward the sofa, There.”

“What?” Gilbert was astonished, “On the sofa?”

“Don’t worry.” Before he could argue, Sherilyn quickly added, “I haven’t dirtied the sofa, nor have I left any strange smells. The sofa is still clean.