Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 989

"What did you say?" Sherilyn caught his murmur, her face scrunched up in annoyance, "You don't want to?"

"It's not that..."

Gilbert broke into a cold sweat, shaking his head frantically, "Of course, I want to."

"Oh."

Sherilyn seemed satisfied, closing her eyes and leaning back.

That was close!

Gilbert silently breathed a sigh of relief, watching Sherilyn lean back. Worried she might be uncomfortable, he grabbed a soft pillow and handed it to her, "Here, Sherilyn, lean on this..."

Sherilyn acted as if she hadn't heard, giving no response.

Gilbert had no choice but to move closer, propping the pillow behind her.

Seeing her hair fall over her shoulders, he lifted his arm, gently brushing it aside and tucking it behind her ear.

Then, his gaze darkened, reluctant to let go.

Being so close, he could smell her faint, sweet fragrance.

Gilbert's eyes softened, and for a moment, he lost control, leaning in as his lips approached hers.

Just as their lips were about to meet...

"...?" Sherilyn, as if sensing something, suddenly opened her eyes.

Caught in the act, Gilbert's scalp tightened.

"Were you about to kiss me?" Sherilyn's gaze was half groggy, half lucid, her voice soft.

"I..." Gilbert's adam's apple bobbed nervously, his palms sweating, "May I?"

"Do you feel that lonely?" Sherilyn seemed puzzled.

Then, she sighed, "I don't want you to kiss me. Go find someone else... After all, it's not your first time..."

"Sherilyn?"

Gilbert felt a cold shiver, tangled in a desire to explain.

"I..."

But Sherilyn had already closed her eyes again, hugging the pillow he had just adjusted for her, mumbling something under her breath.

"Sherilyn, what did you say?"

Gilbert couldn't make it out and leaned in closer.

Sherilyn seemed to have fallen asleep, slowly quieting down, but her eyelashes were wet, resting on her eyelids.