Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 327

"Whoa there!"

That kick nearly hit Gilbert right in a sensitive spot. Luckily, his reflexes were sharp, and he caught her ankle in the palm of his hand.

He couldn't help but chuckle, "Come on, get up. Did you forget we're here to watch the sunrise?"

"No, not getting up..."

Sherilyn remained sprawled out, eyes shut, waving him off, "Don't wanna see it."

Gilbert was flabbergasted. How could this be?

If she missed the sunrise and then complained about it later, he'd never hear the end of it.

He bent down, scooped Sherilyn up, blanket and all, and carried her to the deck, setting her down on a lounge chair.

All that effort, and any chance of Sherilyn going back to sleep was gone.

"Ah..." She yawned so hard tears streamed down her face.

"Tired, huh?" Gilbert sat down beside her, tucking the blanket around her a bit tighter.

The sea breeze was chilly; he didn't want her to catch a cold.

"Mhm." Sherilyn nodded. She really didn't get the romance of waking up early just to watch the sun rise.

"Give me a sec." Gilbert got up and headed inside the cabin.

Soon, he was back. "Here."

"What's this?" Sherilyn took it and saw a steaming hot ear of corn.

"Eat up." Gilbert was all smiles as he watched her, "Sweetheart, this won't make you gain a pound, promise."

He then pressed a paper cup against her cheek, "Hot coffee, black. Good for burning fat and reducing puffiness."

Sherilyn was stunned.

It was as if she didn't recognize him, staring blankly at him.

Indeed, this version of him felt foreign to her.

Unreal, almost like a dream...

No.

Sherilyn shook her head gently, even in her dreams, he had never been this kind to her...

"What's wrong?"