Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 335

“Um, about that…” Sherilyn gestured towards the pack of cigarettes on the dashboard. “Could you maybe quit smoking?”

“Quit smoking?” Gilbert paused, visibly surprised. Raising an eyebrow, he retorted teasingly, “Oh, laying down the law now, are we?”

How could Sherilyn explain that it wasn’t about being bossy, but about wanting a healthy future for their potential baby? After a moment’s thought, she said, “I just really dislike the smell of smoke. If you won’t quit, then you can forget about kissing me.”

She turned to leave the car.

“Hey!” Gilbert quickly reached out to stop her. “What’s wrong? You mad? I didn’t say no, did I? So, if I do quit, what’s in it for me?”

“A reward?” Sherilyn blinked. “What kind of reward are you looking for?”

“Well, since it’s coming from you, you should decide.” Gilbert put on an air of playful arrogance. “If I have to tell you, where’s the fun in that?”

Really now? Sherilyn stared at him for a solid two seconds before suddenly leaning in close. She grabbed his tie, pulling him towards her.

“Sherilyn?” Gilbert straightened up, but before he could ask anything, he felt a warm, tingling sensation on his Adam's apple… Sherilyn had planted a kiss there!

That move was deadly! She had to be doing it on purpose, knowing just how sensitive a man's Adam's apple can be.

The kiss was brief, and Sherilyn quickly let go. She avoided his gaze, clearly shy. “That’s your reward!”

“I’m out.” She turned and pushed the car door open, stepping out.

Gilbert sat there, dazed, squinting his eyes as he watched her walk away. “Heh, heh.”

A smirk formed on his lips, gradually turning into a soft chuckle. She wasn’t like this before… where did she learn to be so enticing? Giving, but not all the way. Tempting, but untouchable! Throwing out a little hook with a barb, latched onto his heart, a pull that was both painful and ticklish, leaving him longing for more…

Gilbert couldn’t help but grit his teeth and murmur, “Just you wait, I’ll get you back!”

As her figure vanished from sight, Gilbert turned his gaze back inside the car, fiddling with the pack of cigarettes in his hand. He rolled down the window and tossed the pack into a nearby trash bin.