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.

the lobby

Sherilyn, slumped

the first to react. "Oh no, I got so caught up.

followed, "She was supposed to leave, wasn't she? What do you mean you

chose to leave. She tried to make it a reason to stick around me, but I saw through her, and she couldn't stand getting rejected." Yates shook his head in disbelief. "Trust me. She

insisted, "What's this got to

Yates snapped back, "you said you didn't care,

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

Gilbert, she looked up,

at?" Gilbert asked, suddenly feeling

silent, looking rather pitiful.

noticed a peculiar scent on her.