Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 325

Huh?

Gilbert paused for a moment, squinting slightly as he leaned closer to her, taking her hand in his.

Instead of a direct answer, he asked, "Isn't it pretty normal for us to share a room at this point? You, you don't like that idea?"

Sherilyn was silent for a while before shaking her head. "No, it's not that."

"So..." Gilbert's lips were almost touching her face as he whispered, "I want to kiss you right now, is that okay?"

Sherilyn's breath hitched, and she awkwardly attempted a smile. "Yeah. That's okay."

Then, she closed her eyes and tilted her face up slightly.

If it's going to happen anyway, might as well get it over with fast.

"Sherilyn..." Gilbert murmured, lifting his hand to cradle her chin, his fingertips grazing her lips.

This unfamiliar touch sparked a strong discomfort in Sherilyn, but she didn't move, her grip tightening instead.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed as he finally gave in to his desires and pressed his lips to hers.

The pressure intensified, overwhelming.

In an instant, Sherilyn's body stiffened, and she trembled uncontrollably. She opened her eyes wide, staring straight at the man before her.

Instinctively, she raised her hands to his shoulders, wanting to push him away.

But then she realized... no, she couldn't do that!

"Sherilyn?" Gilbert noticed her stiffness. She was almost petrified in his arms.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly, caressing her cheek.

Sherilyn's face grew paler, and she suddenly stood up, rushing into the bathroom.

"Sherilyn!" Gilbert was a step too late and found himself locked out.

Inside, Sherilyn faced the mirror, shaking, her teeth chattering.

She couldn't do this! Turning on the faucet, she splashed her face with cold water.

"No, it's not your fault."

Gilbert took her hand, gently pulling her into his embrace, "Don't worry, take your time getting used to me. You'll stop being so scared."

"Yeah."

Sherilyn leaned into his embrace, a forced smile on her lips, but a cold flash in her eyes.

Looking up at him, she said, "I'm kind of hungry."

"Really?" Gilbert raised an eyebrow, "Alright, I'll get you something to eat." As he said this, he playfully pinched her nose.

"Who was it that said no to late-night snacking? I'll get you something low-calorie."

"Okay, thanks." Gilbert turned and left.

On his way back with some food, he bumped into Yates.

Yates glanced disdainfully at the plate in his hand, "Didn't see that coming. You're quite the caring one, huh?"