Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 372

Gilbert's eyes sparkled as he gazed at Sherilyn's pretty face. "Sherilyn, it's been a while, hasn't it?"

It had indeed been quite some time since they'd last been intimate.

He was a perfectly healthy man, after all. Sharing a bed every night with his girlfriend, especially one as stunning as Sherilyn, and not being able to touch her was more than a little frustrating.

He looked at her with pleading eyes, "Come on, Sherilyn, have a heart."

Unfortunately, Sherilyn was not easily swayed. She pushed him away without a hint of pity, "I've already said, not right now."

"You did say that," Gilbert conceded, his brows furrowing as he tried to negotiate, "But hasn't it been long enough?"

"What, can't hold out any longer?"

Sherilyn looked at him with a mocking gaze as she said, "Well, you could always go sleep with someone else..."

"Sherilyn!" He cut her off before she could finish her sentence. His lips pressed tight, clearly displeased.

Holding back his frustration, he said, "If you don't want me to touch you, I won't. Just don't say things to purposely upset me."

With that, he got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

Sherilyn was left puzzled. What was he doing? Acting all noble and loyal for her?

Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat.

No, it couldn't be, could it?

In their relationship, respect and loyalty weren't exactly promising signs!

...

The next day, Sherilyn had a rare day off, and Gilbert decided not to go to the office but to take her to the prestigious Pine Hill Golf Course instead.

Gilbert had his reasons for being there, business-related, of course. Many significant deals were struck in such informal settings.

Naturally, he arrived early to spend some quality time with Sherilyn. After all, as the adopted daughter of the Johnson family, Sylvia spared no expense in grooming Sherilyn to mingle with the elite, including lessons in golf. Though Sherilyn didn't play often and considered her skills mediocre, she could hold her own in social settings.

"Not bad," Gilbert expressed his surprise, "You're pretty good."