Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 391

Gilbert waved at the manager, signaling for some privacy.

"Sure thing, Mr. Johnson." The manager, along with the staff, promptly vanished from sight.

"Sherilyn." Gilbert led Sherilyn to stand in front of a glass display, "Look around, what do you fancy?"

"What?" Sherilyn raised an eyebrow, chuckling at him, "Mr. Gilbert, are you suggesting buying me clothes?"

"Yep." Gilbert nodded, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Sorry." Sherilyn's smile was still there, but now laced with a hint of sarcasm, "I'm not exactly in dire need of clothes, but thanks anyway."

She tried to wriggle her wrist free from his grip.

"Sherilyn."

Gilbert's gaze hardened, his tone flat, "Didn't you mention you couldn't stand anything in Golden Oak Manor's wardrobe?"

Without waiting for her to reply, he apologized sincerely.

"I should've asked you first. That's on me. Let's have you pick something out now."

He pointed at the display, "These here are just a fraction of what's available. Take a look, see what style you like? We'll get more options for you to choose from, okay?"

Sherilyn found herself more amused the more he spoke, her eyes slightly downcast, exuding a playful charm.

"Sherilyn." Gilbert closed the distance, nearly embracing her, his lips barely touching her ear as he pleaded softly.

"Tell me what you're unhappy about, and I'll fix it. Fix it until you're satisfied. Let's not break up, alright?"

Sherilyn looked up, slightly dazed. What was she supposed to say to that?

It's not like she hadn't tried to tell him. Sometimes, Mr. Gilbert could be incredibly 'naive'.

Sherilyn wasn't sure, "You don't seriously think a new wardrobe is going to change anything, do you?"

"What else then?" Gilbert's attitude was surprisingly patient.