Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 74

Tonight, Sherilyn was a vision in white, her dress fitted at the top and flowing freely at the bottom, the silk fabric catching the light and creating a halo effect around her.

She wore a mask that covered only her face, with a rose painted on the left side, while the right remained a blank canvas.

There was an innocence about her, yet tinged with an air of mystery. But the mystery wasn't intimidating. On the contrary, it drew people in, making them want to peel back the layers and discover more about her.

On stage, she danced gracefully, as if floating in water, embodying the essence of a rose.

She was as pure as a rose, untouched and unadorned!

She didn't interact with the audience. And she didn't need to. She was the ethereal fairy, and the people below were mere mortals in her presence. They looked up to her, willing and eager.

Directly facing the stage, Gilbert found himself mesmerized.

that, the fairy shot up into the air, nailed at flawless split, and snagged a ribbon dangling down. She

"Wow!"

"Here she comes!"

crowd erupted

the booths, causing Gilbert's gaze to darken, his Adam's apple bobbing with a hard swallow. Suddenly, he felt irritated by everyone else

tilting his head back to drain it. He stood up and headed backstage without waiting for her to

three or four minutes in the hallway to the service corridor, Gilbert saw her holding her dress and walking toward him with

her, Gilbert

in surprise. Was he talking to her? Could Gilbert have recognized her even with the mask? No! If he had recognized her, he wouldn't look so calm.

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let her walk

in shock, instinctively wanting to shake him off. But remembering he didn't know who she was, she forced herself to remain still. However, her eyes, visible above the mask, widened in alarm. Gilbert was stunned by her look. It felt familiar somehow.

sigh of relief internally, grateful he had released her in time. Otherwise, there was no way she could've