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?"

a lock of hair

Yates continued. "No ride

could answer, he added,

and got into

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 Sylvia had set it up

at the girl beside him, teasing, "Really? Or maybe, deep down, you wanted to stay and spend time with Gilbert? Who knows, you might patch things up." What? Sherilyn paused, a bitter

she had 'claimed Gilbert back in the day,

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years, Yates' assumption

all in the past. Besides, Gilbert and I, we never really had

Looking in the rearview mirror at the calm

they got back to the hotel, it was

"Hungry? Let's grab something to eat. I'm starving, too, and I've got work

headed to the diner, where Yates took

he urged

She was indeed hungry. The light afternoon tea had long since worn

Yates' phone rang non-stop. He was there

ended before another

made Yates