Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 67

Sherilyn coughed violently, her face scrunched up in discomfort as she stuck out her tongue, "Gosh, so strong!"

What she had thought was water turned out to be a fiery whiskey. Deciding against further adventure, she stuck to her meal, steering clear of Yates' choices.

After the meal, Sherilyn felt her head spinning, her checks flushed with an unusual warmth. The whiskey was hitting her hard.

What should I do tonight?" she wondered, realizing her dilemma.

Staying in a hotel seemed like the only option, but even the cheapest room was beyond what she was willing to pay. So, she decided to spend the night in the lobby's lounge area, sitting on one of the sofas. Back in Crestwood, she had pulled many all-nighters working at the local supermarket, so she figured staying up wouldn't be a problem. However, she had underestimated the potency of the whiskey.

Her head grew heavier, and soon, she found herself dozing off on the sofa, unable to fall asleep due to her racing heartbeat. Feeling miserable, she sneezed.

The night air in Starfield, nestled in the mountains, carried a chill. Sherilyn, who dozed off in the lobby, ended up catching a cold.

Yates returned to the lobby only to hear a series

Sherilyn, slumped

to react. "Oh no, I got so

said, frowning, as he quickly followed, "She was supposed to leave, wasn't she? What do you

and you didn't even realize she had no way back?" Gilbert smirked, "She chose to leave. She

Sherilyn, Gilbert insisted, "What's this

"you said you didn't care,

walked to Sherilyn, wiping her nose with a tissue, her nose.

cold. Noticing Gilbert, she looked

you staring at?" Gilbert asked, suddenly feeling

pouted but remained silent, looking rather pitiful.

scent on her. "Sherilyn, have