Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Gilbert's eyes sparkled as he gazed at Sherilyn's pretty face. "Sherilyn, it's been a while, hasn't it?"

It had indeed been quite some time since they'd last been intimate.

He was a perfectly healthy man, after all. Sharing a bed every night with his girlfriend, especially one as stunning as Sherilyn, and not being able to touch her was more than a little frustrating.

He looked at her with pleading eyes, "Come on, Sherilyn, have a heart."

Unfortunately, Sherilyn was not easily swayed. She pushed him away without a hint of pity, "I've already said, not right now."

"You did say that," Gilbert conceded, his brows furrowing as he tried to negotiate, "But hasn't it been long enough?"

"What, can't hold out any longer?"

Sherilyn looked at him with a mocking gaze as she said, "Well, you could always go sleep with someone else..."

"Sherilyn!" He cut her off before she could finish her sentence. His lips pressed tight, clearly displeased.

Holding back his frustration, he said, "If you don't want me to touch you, I won't. Just don't say things to purposely upset me."

With that, he got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

Sherilyn was left puzzled. What was he doing? Acting all noble and loyal for her?

Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat.

No, it couldn't be, could it?

In their relationship, respect and loyalty weren't exactly promising signs!

...

The next day, Sherilyn had a rare day off, and Gilbert decided not to go to the office but to take her to the prestigious Pine Hill Golf Course instead.

Gilbert had his reasons for being there, business-related, of course. Many significant deals were struck in such informal settings.

Naturally, he arrived early to spend some quality time with Sherilyn. After all, as the adopted daughter of the Johnson family, Sylvia spared no expense in grooming Sherilyn to mingle with the elite, including lessons in golf. Though Sherilyn didn't play often and considered her skills mediocre, she could hold her own in social settings.

"Not bad," Gilbert expressed his surprise, "You're pretty good."

"Hmm," Sherilyn raised an eyebrow, "Don't play much, so I'm a bit rusty."

Approaching them were Yates Elliott and two other men dressed in business attire.

Sherilyn nodded towards Gilbert, "Looks like they're here for you. Go do your thing."

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"I got it, now go," Sherilyn urged, slightly annoyed by his fussing.

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"Wait for me," Gilbert replied, unbothered, "I'll take you somewhere nice for lunch."

Sherilyn frowned, "I don't enjoy dining with businessmen. A table full of scheming merchants gives me indigestion."

"Don't worry, it'll just be us," Gilbert liked it when she made demands. It made everything feel more lively.

"I'm off then!"

"Yeah, hurry up."

Once he left, Sherilyn swung a few more times but quickly grew bored and retreated to the lounge.

Gilbert, whileworking, noticed Sherilyn had stopped playing. Was it because he wasn't there with her?

Could Sherilyn now hardly bear to be apart from him?

His heart warmed at the thought, and a smile crept onto his face.

Suddenly, a loud 'boom' echoed through the air!

Then another 'boom' followed!

Gilbert and his companions turned around in shock, only to see flames leaping into the sky and thick smoke billowing from the direction of the lounge!