Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 43

Sherilyn caught a ride back to Golden Oak Manor to grab her luggage. The mere thought of not having to deal with Gilbert made her whole being sigh in relief.

After taking the subway to the city center, she hopped on a bus and stopped to withdraw some cash from an ATM. It was rush hour, and the streets were full of cars and swarming with people. Tonight, Gilbert was supposed to have dinner at Yates' house.

Traffic ground to a halt as her bus approached a crossroads.

"Huh?" David, the driver, suddenly pointed out the window. "Isn't that Ms. Sherilyn over there?"

Engrossed in some documents on his phone, Gilbert looked up.

It was indeed Sherilyn. Her slender figure was squeezed into the crowd, dressed in a white T-shirt and light blue jeans, her hair cascading down her back like seaweed.

She looked innocent yet alluring. In modern parlance, that was a mix of purity and desire.

Gilbert frowned. What was Sherilyn doing there? She was in severe pain the day before, refusing medication, and there she was, running around again. And she was without a job, always loafing around. "Ms. Sherilyn!" Before Gilbert could utter a word, David had rolled down the window and

waved st

at Sherilyn. "Over here!"

him, Sherilyn turned around, a moment of hesitation before she stepped closer offering

back seat. She could only glimpse Gilbert's profile through the window,

remain silent, David felt

to Golden Oak Manor' Sherilyn replied with a smile, looking as truthful as

Ms. Sherilyn is heading

if they should give Sherilyn

to his phone, showing no sign

David chuckled nervously, more embarrassed

him. "David,

smiled awkwardly,

merged back into the crowd, soon

freely with Gilbert. "Mr. Gilbert, getting a ride at this hour is hard. Would it hurt

raised an eyebrow. "No worries. She's got

David was helpless

veteran in the