Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Sylvia chuckled and headed upstairs.

Meanwhile, Gilbert set the tray down without looking at Sherilyn. “Drink up.”

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Now that it was just the two of them, Sherilyn felt

scene of him kissing her the previous night…

edibly awkward, her mind replaying the

In a panic, she grabbed the soup bowl and took a big gulp.

“Ah!” Suddenly, Sherilyn let out a yelp.

“What’s wrong?”

Gilbert’s demeanor shifted instantly, and with long strides, he was by her side in no time.

“Um…” Sherilyn was covering her mouth, her face flushed red, eyes brimming with tears.

‘Did you burn yourself?”

Gilbert realized, cupping her cheeks and saying, “What are you waiting for? Spit it out!”

But Sherilyn had already swallowed it.

The scalding soup burned her throat and chest, causing her even more pain!

“Are you an idiot?” Gilbert frowned. “Why would you swallow something that hot?”

Sherilyn couldn’t speak, her mouth covered.

How was she to know it would be that hot? Besides, the soup is so precious, isn’t it?

Years of hardship had instilled in her a habit of not wasting anything. How could she just spit

it out?

Seeing her tearful, innocent, and aggrieved look, something in Gilbert softened.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

Sherilyn nodded tearfully. The soup must have been simmering on the stove for a long time. It was very, very hot.

‘Come with me!”

Holding her hand, Gilbert led her into the kitchen.

While opening the fridge, he instructed Sherilyn, “Open your mouth!”

Sherilyn gasped, her eyes wide with shock. Why should she open her mouth?

“Come on!”

Turning around to see her standing still, Gilbert rushed over, took her cheeks in his hands,

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and gently forced her mouth open.

“Ah… mm…”

Before Sherilyn could protest, he stuffed her mouth full of ice cubes.

Her cheeks puffed out, making her resemble a squirrel.

Gilbert suppressed a chuckle, “Stay here!”

He let go and walked away, only to return quickly. Sherilyn just stood there, ice cubes. dissolving in her mouth. She was so well–behaved, so silent.

“Still standing?”

Gilbert walked over, pulled out a chair, and pushed her down by the shoulders. “Can’t you sit down by yourself?”

While speaking, he started to unpack a box in his hand.

Sherilyn glanced at it, not understanding, unable to speak.

“It’s a burn spray.”

As if reading her thoughts, Gilbert finished unpacking and pointed to her mouth, “When it’s not so painful, I’ll spray it inside.”

He was… actually being so nice?

Sherilyn blinked, overwhelmed by this unexpected shower of niceness.

“Feeling better? Still hurts?” He asked, pointing to the trash can nearby, “If it’s not that painful, spit it out. The ice is just a temporary relief; we still need to apply the spray.”

Sherilyn nodded silently, turned her head, and spat out the ice cubes.

“Open up,” Gilbert held the spray, motioning for her to lift her chin.

“I, sss…” Sherilyn could speak now, wincing in pain, “I’ll do it.”

“How can you spray it if you can’t see? Just open up.”

Gilbert wouldn’t let her do it herself, leaving Sherilyn no choice but to tilt her head back and open wide, “Ah…”

Revealing her neat, white teeth and soft pink tongue.

Everything about her was so adorable…

Gilbert’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he held her chin with one hand and the spray with the other, cooing softly.

“It’s going to taste bitter, just bear with it, okay?”

“Mm-‘