Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Gilbert waved at the manager, signaling for some privacy.

"Sure thing, Mr. Johnson." The manager, along with the staff, promptly vanished from sight.

"Sherilyn." Gilbert led Sherilyn to stand in front of a glass display, "Look around, what do you fancy?"

"What?" Sherilyn raised an eyebrow, chuckling at him, "Mr. Gilbert, are you suggesting buying me clothes?"

"Yep." Gilbert nodded, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Sorry." Sherilyn's smile was still there, but now laced with a hint of sarcasm, "I'm not exactly in dire need of clothes, but thanks anyway."

She tried to wriggle her wrist free from his grip.

"Sherilyn."

Gilbert's gaze hardened, his tone flat, "Didn't you mention you couldn't stand anything in Golden Oak Manor's wardrobe?"

Without waiting for her to reply, he apologized sincerely.

"I should've asked you first. That's on me. Let's have you pick something out now."

He pointed at the display, "These here are just a fraction of what's available. Take a look, see what style you like? We'll get more options for you to choose from, okay?"

Sherilyn found herself more amused the more he spoke, her eyes slightly downcast, exuding a playful charm.

"Sherilyn." Gilbert closed the distance, nearly embracing her, his lips barely touching her ear as he pleaded softly.

"Tell me what you're unhappy about, and I'll fix it. Fix it until you're satisfied. Let's not break up, alright?"

Sherilyn looked up, slightly dazed. What was she supposed to say to that?

It's not like she hadn't tried to tell him. Sometimes, Mr. Gilbert could be incredibly 'naive'.

Sherilyn wasn't sure, "You don't seriously think a new wardrobe is going to change anything, do you?"

"What else then?" Gilbert's attitude was surprisingly patient.

Not a hint of irritation, "Just tell me, anything you want, I'll make it happen. Just don't break up with me, okay?"

Up close, Sherilyn felt a wave of discomfort and pushed against his chest.

"Gilbert, you've got Caroline's style down to a science, a whole wardrobe that's just her taste, yet you seem clueless about what your own girlfriend likes... How do you think we can continue like this?"

Gilbert froze, his gaze locked on her, speechless for a good moment.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

He stumbled over his words, "That's because I've known her for years..."

"Yeah."

"Give me some time." Gilbert held her hand, pleading, "Over time, I'll come to know what you like too..."

"How about this," Sherilyn cut him off, smiling slightly. "If you do one thing for me, we'll pretend I never mentioned breaking up."

"What is it?" Gilbert's eyes brightened, eager, "Just say it, I'll do it!"

Be careful with your promises.

Sherilyn's smile was gentle, her voice soft, "Simple. Have Caroline come over and apologize to me!"

What? Gilbert felt a chill run down his spine, his brows furrowing deeply.

"Why should she apologize to you?"

"Is that unreasonable?"

Sherilyn brushed her hair aside, a victorious glint in her eye.

"First, she had the audacity to stay over at my boyfriend's house! That's just inappropriate! Second, what

was she doing in my boyfrien

kitchen? Without her pie, we

wouldn't be breaking up! She's the reason for all this mess!"

"Sherilyn..."

"In short." Sherilyn held her chin high, proud. "If she apologizes, I'll consider getting back with you!"

After she finished, Gilbert was at a complete loss, his gaze troubled.

It was impossible. Not only could he

not bring himself to confront

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Caroline, but knowing her temperament, how could she

possibly apologize?