Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 337

Chapter 337 

The mörnent their eyes met, Sherilyn was drawn into the depths of Gilbert’s shining eyes, where something seemed to burn fiercely. 

His hands were large, easily covering her entire face with a warm touch, slightly calloused from work. 

She frowned slightly, her lips moving, a lush red that seemed to capture the light. 

Gilbert felt a stir of restlessness. He patiently asked for her consent in a soft voice, “Sherilyn, is this okay with you? Huh?” 

Lowering her gaze in front of him, her eyelashes quivered like the wings of butterflies poised for flight. 

She nodded, saying, “…Yes.” 

There was no room for hesitation now! He had been waiting for this moment for far too long! This is the difference between men and women at the moment he desired her, he 

had already made up his mind! 

Gilbert scooped her up and swiftly exited the workout room, heading straight for the master bedroom. 

With a forceful kick, he opened the bedroom door, yet gently laid her down on the bed with 

utmost care. 

He remembered her previous strong resistance. 

Gently, he said, “If you’re scared, don’t force yourself.” 

“Well…” Sherilyn bit her lower lip and nodded, while simultaneously raising her arms to wrap around his neck. 

It was an invitation! 

Which man could resist? Cértainly not Gilbert. 

He leaned in…. 

He could feel Sherilyn was still a bit tense, but compared to before, she was much more relaxed. 

“Is this okay?” 

He didn’t rush, repeatedly asking for her consent. 

“…Yes.” 

Only with her permission did he dare to continue. 

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Ollbert leaned over and opened the drawer. 

What are you doing? Sherilyn grabbed his arm) 

I’m getting something… Gilbert explained, “You don’t want to get pregnant too soon, right?‘ 

Maybe they should wait until they were married? 

It’s okay… Sherilyn bit down hard, “No need. I’ll take care of it, I’ve prepared.” 

Of course, what she had prepared were vitamins. 

“Taking care of it?” 

Gilbert hesitated, “Wouldn’t that be bad for your health? Maybe I should…” 

“It’s fine,” Sherilyn hurriedly said, unashamedly, “don’t like it… Taking care of it will be fine, 

I’ve consulted a doctor, it’s not a big deal, the side effects are minimal.” 

Gilbert paused, since Sherilyn had put it that way, he withdrew his hand and closed the drawer. 

Finally, his wish was fulfilled. 

Suddenly, Gilbert’s grey world lit up… 

Afterward.. 

Gilbert gently stroked Sherilyn’s sweat–damp hair, his lips curving into a smile. 

“Shower? I’ll carry you.” 

“Let’s wait,” Sherilyn, eyes closed, shook her head, “I’m too tired, need to rest for a bit.” 

As she spoke, she reached for a pillow, placing it under her lower back. 

Gilbert was puzzled, “What’s that for?” 

“Do you even have to ask?”