Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

CHAPTER 188

“Do you even know where to buy a faucet?” Sherilyn might have underestimated Gilbert in that aspect.

Gilbert might not know these things, but he could ask around, right?

After waiting a bit, the sound of running water in the bathroom ceased. Sherilyn sprang to her feet and went to check. She couldn’t help but curve her lips into a smile. Gilbert had indeed managed to find the main water valve. So, buying a faucet should be a piece of cake for him, right?

Gilbert returned ten minutes later, just as Sherilyn had changed into fresh

clothes.

Though Serenity Street was a mixed bag, it had its perks. The vibrancy of life meant one could get anything needed just not far from his door. There was a hardware store right around the corner, which Gilbert had noticed earlier.

“Got it?” Sherilyn reached out her hand. “Hand it over.”

“Don’t move.” Gilbert grasped her wrist, eyeing her sideward, “And why would I give it to you?” NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Sherilyn blinked. “I’m going to install it.”

What? Gilbert narrowed his eyes again. Was this girl not taking him seriously?

Gilbert snorted, “Why would you do that? I’ve got it. Do you even know how being a lady and all?”

Sherilyn pursed her lips, thinking to herself, ‘I do.’

The Sherilyn Gilbert knew might not, but the Sherilyn who had spent four years. in Crestwood certainly did./

Not just faucets, she could change light bulbs, too.

It was just that labor was so expensive in Quinland, and she hated to waste her hard–earned money. To save some bucks, she had no choice but to do it- herself. Over time, she became handy.

Of course, Gilbert was oblivious to all this and just gave her a stern look. “I’ll handle it.”

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Left with no choice, Gilbert had to seize the opportunity to show her he was a man she could rely on.

“Go fetch the toolbox.” Saying this, he turned and entered the bathroom.

“Oh, alright.” Sherilyn nodded, though worried. She doubted Gilbert, who had always lived in luxury, could handle it.

To her surprise, Gilbert was more than capable and did an excellent job.

Men being naturally stronger, he fixed the faucet effortlessly.

Sherilyn was amazed by his proficiency.

Seeing her astonished expression, Gilbert felt a surge of pride. He raised an eyebrow smugly, “Done.”

“Hmm.” Sherilyn snapped back to reality, “Thank you.”

She stood up and said, “Wait here.”

“Okay.” Gilbert didn’t ask any questions and complied.

Soon, Sherilyn returned, facing Gilbert, “Take off your shirt.”

What? Gilbert’s arms shot up in defense, and he shook his head vigorously,

“No!”

“Huh?” Sherilyn was perplexed by his reaction. Why was he acting as if she was going to do something outrageous?

Sherilyn was frustrated. “You don’t think I was going to… you know?”

Gilbert explained, “No, not that…”

Sherilyn turned her back on him, losing interest in the conversation. “Take off your shirt. I need your wet clothes.”

Oh. Gilbert finally got it. She wanted him to change out of his wet clothes. But he hesitated. His back harbored a secret, covered in scars, dense and fearsome. Besides himself, only Francis and Caroline knew of the secret.

Even the few intimate moments he had shared with Sherilyn after their wedding were in complete darkness. He didn’t want her, or anyone else, to see the scars on his back.

Even recalling those memories made him unbearable. Just like this moment,

Gilbert closed his eyes, his face pale, his lips trembling slightly.