Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 14

Sherilyn was practically racing against time to return to Golden Oak Manor. Gilbert was nowhere to be seen. She thought it was perfect seizing the moment to use the restroom.

However, upon pushing the door open, there stood Gilbert in a state of undress, his torso bare

"Sherilyn!" Gilbert's voice was a low growl, his expression stormy as he quickly pulled on his shirt.

"I'm so sorry" Sherilyn blurted out, hastily shutting the door. How was she supposed to know he was in there? And why on earth was he using the downstairs bathroom?

Inside, Gilbert's face was a mask of annoyance, his eyes inadvertently flicking to his back. She couldn't have seen it, could she?

Shortly after, Gilbert emerged, fully dressed. He nodded toward a large box on the coffee table, instructing Sherilyn, "Go get changed

into this."

Sherilyn understood that it must be an evening gown. The Johnson family was throwing a party, and they wouldn't cut comers even if it were just for her.

"Okay" Nodding. Sherilyn picked up the box

to the ground. Given the occasion, she had applied some foundation, lightly done her eyebrows, and added a

cash, her job required her to maintain

beauty, accentuated by striking features,

of her. Her tall figure, smooth skin, and long hair tied up showing off

to admit Sherilyn

twenties, she had shed her youthful awkwardness, blossoming into a

Gilbert asked, "Did you see

looked genuinely puzzled, wondering what

his back. Without

elsewhere. Fortunately, Sylvia's quarters at the

Sherilyn spent the journey gazing out of the

shake off a feeling of unease. The

moment, her silence seemed almost ominous. Had she concocted a new scheme? Gilbert shook his

Sylvia, only to find Sylvia undergoing her routine

The session will take about half an hour. Why don't you mingle and

course, Sylvia," Sherilyn replied with a gentle