Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 368

Crazy? Trusting a man's words over believing a pig could fly seemed the more reasonable bet to Sherilyn. She wasn't one to indulge him. "Looks like I'm not crazy yet, am I? What's the rush? Or is it not urgent enough for you?"

Gilbert was speechless. Without lingering, he stood up and headed to his study to tend to some serious business.

Right after Gilbert left, Sherilyn's demeanor darkened, and she tossed her tablet aside in frustration. Her mind was a whirlwind of tangled, dark thoughts. No way. Could Gilbert have a thing for her? The possibility seemed as likely as Halley's Comet hitting the Earth.

But then, considering Gilbert's recent actions, what if it was true?

...

Thanks to Gilbert's meticulous care, young as she was, Sherilyn recovered in a few days, except for a Band-Aid still stuck to her right hand and some bruises that hadn't faded.

Given her recent recovery, everyone in the dance troupe knew she was under Gilbert's protection. With Daphne still out recuperating, the acting manager, eager to stay in Gilbert's good graces, scheduled her performances early so she could get back to resting sooner.

These days, Gilbert was picking her up daily, spending the nights at the Golden Oak Manor.

The reason was simple. Sherilyn was still recovering from a critical illness, and with her injuries not fully healed, she needed care. Since their Sunset Ridge Community address was public, Sherilyn didn't dare confront him. If he were to make a scene and run into Jenna, that would spell trouble. So, she complied, temporarily taking refuge in Golden Oak Manor.

That evening, after her performance, Gilbert was there as usual to pick her up.

Once in the car, Gilbert leaned over to fasten her seatbelt. "You have a day off tomorrow. I'll take you out for a bite."

Sherilyn wasn't thrilled. "What are we eating this time?"

"Chicken soup." Gilbert chuckled at her reaction, clarifying, "Don't worry. I know you're concerned about your weight. It is just regular food, nothing fattening. It's good for your health, filling but won't make you put on pounds."

Sherilyn agreed, "Well... I'll try it then."

The place they were going was called 'Soup Journey,' a small restaurant in the alleyways of a bustling district, a spot Gilbert miraculously found.

As they got out of the car, Sherilyn spotted a familiar figure. "Rebecca?"