Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 66

Sherilyn frowned, fighting off a wave of discomfort. "Mr. Johnson, you must be out of your mind. I don't know anything about it. Sylvia told me when to show up, and I did so!! might not be a superhero, but I meant it when I said I wouldn't stick around you.

With that, she spun around and stormed off.

Gilbert shouted, "Sherilyn, where are you headed?

Was she, perhaps, storming off in a huff?

Gilbert watched her retreating figure with a deep gaze, a mix of amusement and frustration bubbling inside him. "Running away, huh? Fine, if I bother with you again, I'm a fool!"

Meanwhile, Sherilyn stood where she'd gotten off earlier, at a loss. No way back home at the hour? What was she supposed to do? She looked around, stranded in a place that seemed miles away from anything.

Then, a black car pulled up before her. The window rolled down.

"Sherilyn."

It was Yates, whom she had met a few days ago. His presence wasn't surprising, given the business dealings between the Johnson and Elliott families. Sherilyn greeted him, "Mr. Elliott."

"Oh?" At the formality, Yates chuckled. "Mr. Elliott? Oh, come on, don't be a stranger. Would calling me Mr. Elliott?' be too much?"

lock of hair

Yates continued. "No ride back at this hour. What

could answer, he

Sherilyn said and got

the ride, she explained what had happened. She sighed with a hint of regret, "I wouldn't have gone for tea with Sylvia if I had known. I should've come here earlier." Yates got the picture. It seemed

spend time with

Gilbert back in the day, and without knowing what

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Yates' assumption

was the old me. It's all in the past. Besides, Gilbert and I, we never really had a thing, she said,

silent. Looking in the rearview mirror at the calm girl, he believed

the hotel, it was

something to eat. I'm starving, too, and

to the diner, where

he urged

indeed hungry. The light afternoon tea had long since worn

non-stop. He was there on

barely ended before

me." Whatever he heard from the other end made Yates