Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 163

After years of not driving, Sherilyn was behind the wheel, creeping along at a snail’s pace, her hands gripping the steering wheel like a life raft in the ocean. But Gilbert didn’t rush her. He reclined in the passenger seat, eyes closed, seemingly dozing off.

Thankfully, they made it back to the Johnson Mansion without mishaps. Sherilyn parked before the main house, her body still tense from the nerve–wracking drive. She turned to Gilbert, who appeared to be asleep beside her.

“Gilbert, we’re here. Wake up, will you?” she whispered.

“Hmm…” Gilbert slowly opened his eyes, catching the worried look on her

face.

“Tsk.” He couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re this worked up over driving?”

Already on edge from the drive, Sherilyn snapped, “I said I didn’t want to drive! You’re the one who insisted. Now don’t complain about it!”

Gilbert was stunned, but he saw her bristled up like a kitten ready to pounce.

He burst out laughing, unable to contain himself.

Sherilyn glared at him, her cheeks puffed out in annoyance. Had she been blind to fall for someone like him before?

“Are you mad?” Gilbert tried to stifle his laughter, realizing he might be pushing her too far. He stopped laughing but couldn’t resist the urge to pull her closer. “Sherilyn, I want to kiss you!”

What did he say? Before she could react, Gilbert leaned in, cupping her face in his hands, and kissed her lips.

Warm and laced with bourbon, his breath invaded her senses, dominating her

space.

In less than a second, Sherilyn’s eyes went wide with shock. Anger bubbled up inside her as she started to push him away. “Let me…”

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But her attempt to pull away just gave Gilbert the chance to kiss her even deeper, overpowering her efforts to escape.

That was madness! He was acting crazy! What did he think she was? Something he could play with? She had been the one chasing after him. before, but that was her mistake!

And now? She had been avoiding him at all costs, yet there he was, taking liberties as he pleased!

Sherilyn was fuming, wishing she could end it all with him. Or perhaps she could bite him and be done with it! But before she could act, Gilbert suddenly pulled back, resting his head against her neck, then went utterly still. What was happening?

Sherilyn froze, whispering, “Gilbert? Gilbert?”

There was no response.

Sherilyn panicked. “Hey, are you okay?”

Still no answer. Could Gilbert have fallen asleep? Trying to push him off proved futile. He was too heavy for her to move.

Just then, David emerged from the house. “Sherilyn! Gilbert! You’re back. I was about to go looking for you.”

“David,” Sherilyn said, relieved to see him. “Gilbert seems to have passed out drunk. Can you help?”

“Is that so?” David came over, checked Gilbert, and confirmed, “Seems like Mr. Gilbert’s out cold. Let’s get him inside. I’ll take care of it.”

Sherilyn was relieved. “Thanks, David. I owe you one.”

David waved it off. “It’s no trouble at all.”

With David’s help, they managed to get Gilbert inside without further incident. Sherilyn followed closely, ensuring Gilbert didn’t take a tumble that would somehow pin the blame on her. Thankfully, everything went smoothly. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.