Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



What to do?

Sherilyn had gone in!

So tonight, she was actually going to... with Gilbert?

Karol was seething inside. Her meticulous plan, and in the end, it was Sherilyn who reaped the rewards!

"Umm..."

Sherilyn lifted her hand, instinctively wanting to push Gilbert away.

But, strangely enough.

Why was her body so limp? Held in his embrace, it was as if she had no bones, naturally wanting to snuggle closer to him.

Her heartbeat and breathing were accelerating.

Uncontrollably, Sherilyn closed her eyes, reciprocating and responding to his kiss.

Gilbert seemed to feel her reaction. As if greatly encouraged, he became even more fervent.

His fingertips reached her neck, gently undoing the topmost tie.

The shawl slid from her shoulders, and Sherilyn suddenly snapped awake.

What was happening to her? Was she really getting lost in confusion over his kiss?

"Let go!"

Sherilyn, now alert, forcefully pushed Gilbert away and jumped off the bed toward the door.

She needed to leave immediately!

"Sherilyn!"

"Ah..."

However, she had only taken a few steps when she tripped over the slippers on the floor, her knees buckling, falling to the ground.

Her arms stretched out to the floor, trying to get up.

But for some reason, her body was incredibly weak.

It was too late.

Gilbert embraced her from behind, his arms tightly wrapped around her waist, his cheek buried in the nape of her neck.

"Sherilyn, don't go, please stay, will you?"

As he drew closer, Sherilyn, for some reason, automatically leaned into his embrace.

"Sherilyn..."

Gilbert smiled slightly, lifting her in his arms, turning back, and gently placing her on the bed.

Sherilyn's lips were slightly parted, her long, black hair spread out behind her, contrasting against her snow-white skin, creating a striking visual impact.

"Sherilyn."

Gilbert, holding back, leaned closer.

A cascade of kisses fell.

Sherilyn didn't dodge, lifting her hands to his neck, closing her eyes...

It was like a beautiful dream.

Long, with no end in sight.

Sherilyn woke up first.

Her body was sore and weak, her head swollen and dizzy...

She was in Gilbert's arms, his arm across her waist.

Careful not to wake him, Sherilyn held her breath, grasped his arm, and cautiously moved it away.

She lifted the blanket, got out of bed, and picked up the clothes from the floor to put on.

Glancing at the still-sleeping man, they had... in a daze, ended up in this situation!

He was already unwilling to let her go, and now, their entanglement had deepened.

Sherilyn frowned, donned her shawl, and left the room in turmoil, returning to her own. It was already five in the morning.

As she left, Karol immediately moved from around the corner.

She had been watching here all night, not daring to leave!novelbin

Glaring at Sherilyn's retreating figure, Karol turned, took a universal key

Som her pocket, and opened

the door.

She entered quietly.

Scattered on the floor were a man's suit, shirt, tie...

Karol held dher breath; she was here

to deal

inc with the remnants of the , to leave no evidence el

behind.

Originally, according to the plan, she only needed to take care of it afterward.

Now, she had to make another trip.

Finding the incense burner, Karol

pefully entered the bathroom, the ashes into the toil

flushed.

She sighed with relief, turning to leave the bathroom.

"Sherilyn."

Just as she stepped out, she was embraced.

Karol's body stiffened; it was Gilbert, he had woken up!

and

Gilbert, still groggy, held onto Karol, murmuring lowly, "A bath? Together?"