Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Yates couldn't bear to look at him, "Look at you, man. All it takes is a young lady to have you wrapped around her finger." "You wouldn't understand." Gilbert wasn't upset; instead, he chuckled. "Wait till you've got a girlfriend. Then you'll get it."

He hurried them out, "Come on, off you go. I won't see you out."

Once they left, Gilbert immediately returned to the CEO's office.

In the lounge, Sherilyn was lying on the bed, already fast asleep. The blanket was warm, and her cheeks were flushed with sleep. Gilbert couldn't resist; he gently squeezed her cheeks, waking Sherilyn up.

"You're done?"

"Done," Gilbert smiled and nodded. "Wake up, don't sleep now, or you won't be able to later."

"What do you know? Sleep is the best beauty treatment."

Sherilyn yawned and sat up, murmuring to herself. She had been feeling unusually sleepy these past few days.

Probably still the side effects of the medication.

As for morning sickness... even if she was experiencing it, it shouldn't be this quick, right?

Considering the mix-up last time, she was much more cautious.

Dr. Neil had said, conducting a blood test between 11 to 15 days after the ovulation period ended was the safest bet.

Sherilyn got up and put on a sweater, while Gilbert grabbed a brush to comb her hair.

He loved her long hair with its natural slight curl-something that couldn't be replicated in a salon. It had a vintage charm to it. Soft and captivating, it radiated femininity.

"Shall we eat out tonight? What do you fancy?"

"Sure," Sherilyn nodded, "I'm in the mood for steak."

"Crimson Table or Cozyroom?"

"Crimson Table."

Gilbert knew immediately. "Craving their dessert? I'll call ahead."

After he made the call, Sherilyn was ready to go.

They took the elevator down to the garage and headed to Crimson Table.

Upon arrival, Gilbert went to park the car while Sherilyn waited at the entrance.

This winter was particularly cold, with Sunhaven often seeing snowfall, and today was no exception. The snowflakes had been falling on and off all day, and seemed to intensify as the night drew in.

Sherilyn tapped her deer leather boots lightly on the ground.

Below the steps, a silver Pagani pulled up, and Yuna got out.

She smiled back at someone inside the car, "I'll wait here for you."

Then she closed the door, and the Pagani

garagove into the

glim

Sherilyn caught den

of the license plate, feeling a sudden drop in her heart.

It was Edgar's car!

Sherilyn was stunned, frowning slightly.

Last time, she hadn't been mistaken; Yuna was indeed with Edgar!

What was their relationship?

Acquaintances? Friends? Or, something more...?

"Sherilyn!" Gilbert had parked the car and jogged over, wrapping Sherilyn in his embrace. "It's so cold out, why didn't you wait inside?"

"It's okay, I didn't wait long."

"Let's go in."

WE

"Alright." Sherilyn smiled and nodded, her expression unchanged as they walked inside together.

That night.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

The cold wind howled outside, and the snow fell heavily.

Inside Golden Oak Manor, it was warm as spring.

Gilbert placed Sherilyn on the bed-these days, she was

particularly clingy, but he didn'el

mind. In fact, he quite liked it.

If they could continue like this indefinitely, it wouldn't be so bad.

He pulled the blanket over her and kissed her forehead.

"Sherilyn."

"Mhm?" Sherilyn could barely keep her eyes open, waving her hand, "Let's sleep. I'm tired."

She thought he was hinting at something.

Gilbert smirked, asking her, "Red, blue, yellow, white... which color do you prefer?"

Sherilyn cracked her eyes open slightly. "Why are you asking?"

"Just answer me."