Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Suddenly, Gilbert bellowed, confronting Sherilyn.

"Where the heck were you? Weren't you supposed to wait for me in the lounge?"

"I wanted some ice cream, so I went to get one," Sherilyn replied, only to realize something mid-sentence. "Wait... you're not mad because I didn't get caught in that explosion, are you?"

Before she could process her thoughts, Gilbert bent down and finally pulled her into a tight embrace.

"Huh?" Sherilyn was completely baffled. What was going on?

"Thank God! Thank God!"

His hand cradled the back of her head, pressing her deep into his embrace. "Getting ice cream was a brilliant idea! A brilliant idea!"

Because she went to get that ice cream, she had narrowly escaped danger!

His heart was racing; it was only now that Gilbert felt it settling back into his chest... He felt alive again!

Murmuring with a voice full of relief, "You're safe, thank God. I'm so glad you're okay..."

Every word struck Sherilyn, leaving her puzzled. Was he having a breakdown, or was this some kind of split personality moment?

But before she could ponder any further, Gilbert leaned on her, becoming heavier. Sherilyn struggled to support him, pushing him slightly. "Gilbert! Get up! You're so heavy."

"I don't care."

Gilbert made no move to stand, clinging to her like a child. "My legs are jelly; I can't stand."

"Jelly legs?"

Sherilyn didn't buy it for a second. "You, with jelly legs? Cut it out, get up!"

"I won't."

Gilbert wrapped his arms around her, resting his head on her shoulder.

"You heartless thing, don't you know why my legs are jelly?"

"I..." Sherilyn was about to say, What would I know?

Then she heard Gilbert whisper in her ear, "I was scared to death. Give me a moment... just hold me a little longer."

In that instant, Sherilyn stopped moving.

The noise surrounding them seemed to fade away...

What did his words imply?

This wasn't good.

Lately, it seemed he was dropping hints left and right, as if he cared about her a lot.

Was it her imagination?

If it was true, that would be... absolutely terrible!

Suddenly, Gilbert looked up, pointing at the ice cream cone in her hand. "What's that?"

"Huh?" Sherilyn lifted it, "A cone? Don't you recognize it?"

Gilbert nodded, then suddenly dipped his head and took a huge bite.

When he looked up again, Sherilyn saw that the ice cream she had gone all the way to the front door to buy was now just a cone?

Her anger flared at once, glaring at Gilbert. "What the heck?"

"Ha, hahaha..." Gilbert burst out laughing and started to run.

"Don't you dare run! Gilbert, give me back my ice cream! Couldn't you have bought your own? Huh?"

"I'll buy, I'll buy you a new one!"

Gilbert ran ahead, arms wide open. "I'll buy the whole store for you!"

That store had been a lifesaver for Sherilyn!

...

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