Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?
Chapter 320

Time seemed to freeze in that moment.

If Gilbert hadn't heard his own breathing and heartbeat, he might have thought he was mishearing. "What... what did you say?"

He wasn't sure. Had he heard wrong?

He wasn't drunk, was he? But Sherilyn was the one who had been drinking.

So, he hadn't misheard!

"Didn't catch that?" Sherilyn pouted like a child. "Then, never mind..."

"No way!" Gilbert grabbed her hand, a mix of frustration and amusement on his face. "Once it's out there, it's out there. Sherilyn, I heard you—'

In the next second, he pulled her closer by the nape of her neck, enveloping her in his embrace!

Almost through gritted teeth, he declared, "You said it, we're together!"

Sherilyn stood frozen in his arms. She had said it, and he had heard it.

Was there room for regret? Could she even regret it?

She knew she was heading down a doomed path, but she couldn't turn back.

Thinking it over, for Jenna's sake, she could sacrifice even her own life, so maybe being with him wasn't too unbearable.

It was a mutually beneficial arrangement. Quite the bargain.

Slowly, Sherilyn lifted her hand and gently grasped his arm, murmuring, "Yeah, okay."

With her affirmation, a storm of emotions swept through Gilbert. He lowered his head, one arm still holding her, the other gently lifting her chin.

His eyes burned with a fervent glow.

"So... may I kiss you now?"

He wanted nothing more than a kiss.

"Mhm..." Sherilyn nodded. But before Gilbert could lean in, her eyelids drooped, and she slumped into his arms.

"Sherilyn?" Gilbert froze, looking down at the person in his arms-her eyes closed, breathing steady.

"Really...?"

She just fell asleep like that?

No wonder, Sylvia shouldn't have let her drink. With her low tolerance, making it this far was already a miracle.

With a gentle lift, he carried her bridal style out of the bathroom and tenderly placed her on the bed.

After straightening her hair and covering her with a blanket, he sat by the bed in silence for a while before reluctantly standing up to leave.

"I'll let you off tonight. We have all the time in the world."

He turned off the light and closed the door behind him.

In the darkness, Sherilyn suddenly opened her eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling as tears silently slid down her cheeks.

"1

Early the next morning.

Gilbert was awake, having barely slept all night. He needed to make sure that last night wasn't just a dream.

What if Sherilyn woke up today with no memory of their agreement? She had been drunk; it was a distinct possibility!

"Sherilyn." Standing at her door, Gilbert knocked gently. "Are you awake? May I come in?"

To his surprise, Sherilyn was already up.

She opened the door for him, asking, "What's up?"

"Sherilyn?" Gilbert paused, then eagerly took her hand. "Awake? Feeling okay? Any headache or dizziness?"

He should have made her some coffee last night to sober up, but she had fallen asleep so quickly.

"Yeah." Sherilyn nodded. "A bit dizzy, a bit of a headache."

"Ugh."

Hearing that, Gilbert frowned. "If you can't handle your liquor, don't drink so much. Even if you're drinking with Grandma, just a sip is enough."

"And what are we discussing so early in the morning?"

Out of nowhere, Sylvia's voice suddenly filled the air.

Sylvia was used to waking up early, but she hadn't expected the young ones to be up even earlier. However...

She couldn't believe her eyes as she looked at their intertwined hands. "What... you two?"