Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1144

"Yeah."

As expected.

Whenever he had something to do at night, he always made sure to swing by home, ensuring Jenna wouldn't go the entire day without seeing her dad.

Gilbert glanced over at Jenna, who was sound asleep. "How come she's sleeping here?"

"She wanted to wait up for James," Sherilyn chuckled. "Jenna just adores her big brother."

"Sending them to the same school was a good call."

Gilbert looked at what Sherilyn was holding. "What are you working on?"

He recognized it instantly. "Is that my sweater?"

Of course, he remembered. "You've been knitting that for almost a year now, haven't you?"

"Yeah."

Sherilyn shot him a playful glare. "Because you kept annoying me, I lost the motivation to finish it."

Knitting a sweater, stitch by stitch, is a labor of love. When your heart's not in it, it's hard to complete.

She mumbled, "I wonder if I can finish it this time."

"You will."

Gilbert took her hand, leaning in until their foreheads touched. "This time, it'll go smoothly."

His lips naturally found hers, capturing them in a gentle kiss.

A soft sound broke the air.

"Stop..." Sherilyn gently pushed him away. "Jenna's right here."

What if she woke up and saw them?

"Waaah..."

Just as she said it, Jenna started crying.

Gilbert quickly released Sherilyn and went to pick up Jenna. "Jenna's awake? What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"Daddy."

Jenna blinked sleepily, her eyes full of grievance as she looked at him.

"Yeah, it's Daddy."

"Daddy." Jenna lay her head on Gilbert's shoulder. "I'm uncomfortable."

Sherilyn watched quietly, feeling grateful for her caring husband and obedient daughter...

For that moment, life felt peaceful and perfect.

If they could spend a lifetime like this, it wouldn't be so bad.

Life is unpredictable, after all.

She had to keep moving forward. A happy day is a day well-spent, and a sad day is a day wasted.

She couldn't dwell on the negatives or make herself miserable.

Call it optimism or self-deception; without this mindset, she wouldn't have survived those four years in Crestwood.

The next day, the family of three headed over to the main house to have dinner with Naylor and Katy.

With some time before dinner, Sherilyn played with Jenna in the garden while Naylor and Gilbert talked.

"Is that your final decision?"

Naylor looked at his son with a heavy sigh. "Is she really the one?"

The old man had his son's best interests at heart. "Your situation is different from mine. You could find someone whose family could support you, help you stand up against your siblings. It's a lot of weight to carry on your own."