Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?
Chapter 336

"Craving a late-night snack?"

Gilbert couldn't help but ask, fully aware of Sherilyn's strict regimen when it came to maintaining her figure.

"No, thanks." Sherilyn shook her head. "I'm not hungry."

But then she said, "Though, I wouldn't mind an apple."

An apple? Gilbert couldn't help but chuckle, his finger lightly grazing her cheek. "Don't worry, we've got lots of apples."

With his hands on the steering wheel, he stepped on the gas.

"Where are we going?" Sherilyn casually inquired.

Gilbert gave her a mysterious smile. "I'm taking you to a special place!"

A special place? But as Sherilyn glanced at the familiar roads outside, it was clear they were en route to Golden Oak Manor.

So, he was just taking her to work?

Sherilyn silently scoffed, though admittedly, it was part of her plan too.

The car pulled up in front of the main building of Golden Oak Manor.

"Let's go."

Gilbert took her hand and led her into the living room, then straight upstairs. However, they didn't head for the master bedroom. "Where are we going?" Sherilyn asked, a bit surprised.

"Just wait and see."

Eventually, Gilbert stopped in front of a door, giving her one of his mysterious smiles. "Get ready, I'm about to open it."

"What is it?"

"My princess, please..."

Gilbert grabbed the doorknob, gently turned it, and pushed the door open, guiding her forward with his hand on her waist.

The room was brightly lit, instantly widening Sherilyn's field of vision. LED strip lights adorned the ceiling, and all three walls were fitted with mirrors and ballet barres...

It was unmistakably a dance studio, a practice room!

Sherilyn's head buzzed, and she swiftly turned to face the man behind her, stuttering.

"Did you... set this up?"

"Yeah." Gilbert nodded with a smile. "It was a rush job; I had them expedite the work, and it was just finished last night..."

He looked around, clearly satisfied.

Then, he cautiously glanced at the girl in front of him. "So, what do you think? Do you like it?"

Sherilyn's lips parted slightly, at a loss for words.

The surprise was too sudden, too unexpected. At that moment, her emotions were a whirlwind.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing her silent, Gilbert frowned. "Is it not up to standard? Damn! Those guys assured me it was built to international specs. This is unacceptable; I'll have a word with them right away..." As he turned, Sherilyn caught his wrist.

"Sherilyn?"

She looked at him, shaking her head. "It's not about the standards. I'm just... I really like it. Thank you."

"That's a relief."

Gilbert visibly relaxed, nothing could make him happier than knowing his gesture was appreciated!

He opened his arms, suggesting, "Wanna give it a try?"

"Why not?"

"Let me put on some music for you!"

As the soft strains of a waltz filled the room, Sherilyn spun to the center, her feet planted firmly on the floor, legs stretching gracefully.

She was slender but not skinny, her youthful skin glowing with a healthy radiance, forming a striking silhouette.

Wild and vivid.

From Gilbert's perspective, he could see the delicate tip of her nose and the fine hairs on her face illuminated by the light.

The bold, brash spirit of youth rushed towards him.

"Sherilyn!" Unable to contain himself any longer, Gilbert rushed towards her.

Sherilyn was caught off guard, forced to halt, and found herself securely in his embrace. He leaned in, capturing her lips with his own, passionately.