Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128 

What was going on? 

Everything was shrouded in total darkness, making it impossible to see anything. 

Gilbert jerked his head up, looking in the direction of Sherilyn’s apartment. It was dark there too. The thought of her rundown place…. 

A girl like her, she must be scared, right? 

Without further thought, Gilbert whipped out his phone, turned on the flashlight, and started moving. 

This time, he hadn’t brought anything with him. Thanks to his long legs, he took the stairs. several at a time and quickly reached the fifth floor. 

Inside the apartment, Sherilyn was using her phone as a light, rummaging through drawers for a candle. 

Hearing a knock, she was surprised. Rushing to the door, she asked, “Who’s there?” 

“Who else could it be?” 

In the darkness, Gilbert’s deep gaze met hers. “What, you have a lot of visitors? Besides that door–to–door salesman last time, who else comes here?” 

Sherilyn blinked, confused, and shook her head. “No one else.” 

“Hmph.” With a grunt, Gilbert stepped inside and made himself comfortable on the couch. “What’s going on?” 

Sherilyn explained, “The power’s out.” 

“What?” Gilbert couldn’t believe it. “A power outage?” 

In this day and age? Sunhaven was such a developed place. How could there possibly be a power outage? 

“That’s the thing,” Sherilyn said, “Serenity Street is in the old district. Many of the lines are ancient, so repairs are a common occurrence.” 

This was something Mr. Johnson, who grew up in an affluent area, could hardly understand. 

“Why…” Gilbert frowned, clearly displeased. “Why are you so stubborn about living here?” 

She didn’t want to answer his question. Instead, she asked him, “Did you come up here for something?” 

At that, Gilbert hesitated. 

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Chapter 128 

How was he supposed to answer? Admit he was worried about her? Ugh… He couldn’t bring himself to say something so ‘disgusting“. 

“Hmph.” 

Gilbert scoffed, “Just came to see what’s going on. Otherwise, if something happened to you, I’d have a hard time explaining it to Grandma.” 

Oh, so that was it. 

Sherilyn nodded, “I’m fine, you can leave now.” 

Gilbert glared, just like that, she’s sending him away? His kindness meant nothing to her? 

Suddenly feeling a tightness in his chest, he protested, “Leave? It’s pitch black, how am I supposed to leave?” 

“Don’t you have your phone?” 

“My phone’s dead!” 

“Oh, right, wait here for a sec.” 

Remembering something, Sherilyn turned back to continue her search in the cabinet for candles. 

Wait for what? Gilbert, puzzled, stood up and joined Sherilyn, looking down slightly. “What are you looking for?” 

“Candles.” 

“Candles?” Gilbert was shocked again. “You actually have those here?” 

“Yeah.” Sherilyn responded naturally. “Power outages are common here. The landlord and the agent both told me about it, so I came prepared.” 

What? She knew it was this kind of place and still she rented it? 

Gilbert’s frown deepened, and looking at the girl’s profile in the dim light, he felt a strong sense of unfamiliarity. 

Was she really the same Sherilyn he knew, once so high and mighty? 

“Here.” 

Digging to the back of the drawer, she found the candles. 

Sherilyn smiled slightly, “Got it.” 

She handed one to Gilbert, “Here’s one for you, light it up and you can see your way downstairs. 

“Heh.” 

Gilbert glanced at her sideways. “Thanks… but no thanks!” 

Sherilyn was perplexed. “Why not? You said you couldn’t see.” 

“It’s ugly!” Gilbert expressed his disdain. “Expect me to carry this thing downstairs? No chance!” 

With that, he pushed away Sherilyn’s hand holding the candle. “Put it away!” 

Sherilyn was speechless, muttering, “Fine, don’t take it then. What’s with the attitude?” 

Suddenly, she froze, her body tensing as she grabbed Gilbert’s hand. 

“What?” 

“Ah!” 

Like she was startled, Sherilyn suddenly dropped the candle and leaped up! 

“Sherilyn! Sherilyn?” 

Gilbert didn’t know what had happened, but instinctively, he reached out and caught her. 

And so, Sherilyn, like an octopus, clung to him. 

Unaware of her own reaction, she wrapped her arms around Gilbert’s neck, panicking, “Ah, 

ah…” 

Gilbert, on the other hand, was overwhelmed. 

Such a soft bundle, held in his arms, clinging to him. 

His Adam’s apple bobbed, and without thinking too much, he held her tighter, his other hand cradling the back of her head, pulling her closer. 

His cheek was almost buried in her neck. 

The uniquely soft and sweet scent of a girl enveloped him completely. She was so fragrant, so soft…