Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 90

As the car pulled away, Gilbert couldn't help but steal glances at Sherilyn.

"You okay?"

"Yeah." Sherilyn hugged her backpack, nodding slightly.

Gilbert noticed her action, his brow furrowing-her clutching that backpack was a sign of feeling insecure.

Looks like she really got scared back there.

Thinking about that middle-aged man earlier, Gilbert was seriously ticked off. "Who was that guy, anyway? What did he want with you?"

No matter the reason, anyone who messes with someone from the Johnson family is asking for trouble!

"I don't know him." Sherilyn paused, then shook her head. "He mistook me for someone else."

"Mistook you?" Gilbert was momentarily puzzled. Really? That guy didn't seem to be making a simple mistake.

"Yeah, that's right," Sherilyn affirmed with a nod. "I tried to explain, but he wouldn't listen. and just... grabbed me..." "Well, okay." Gilbert believed her. "So, he's lost his marbles!"

But since Sherilyn didn't know him, there wasn't much Gilbert could do. He regretted not asking more questions earlier.

"Listen..."

Thinking back on the incident, Gilbert was still a bit shaken. "What would you have done if I hadn't shown up?"

Sherilyn looked surprised, not quite getting his point.

for help, you know? In a public place, with all those people around, couldn't you have screamed?" Such a basic self-defense tactic, and

Sherilyn caught on, nodding. "Got it. I'll remember

that, the conversation died down, and the car ride

to ask her why she shied away from a man's touch, but he just

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arrived at Serenity Street, right at

Sherilyn thanked him. "Thanks

"Sure."

get out, something fell from her backpack onto

seat.

"Sherilyn."

up, intending to hand

It was a hamburger.

took it, apologetically saying, "It's still in its wrapper, hasn't been opened. It shouldn't smell

What?

mind a hamburger

"Yeah." Sherilyn nodded.

Manor and made some pasta, he complained about

that too. It was his own doing, so he couldn't

"Of course not!"

reasoning might have been off, but his outrage was definitely genuine. "Things

it."

so

into her bag, and Gilbert felt uneasy again. "Don't tell me that's your

lunchtime. Was that all she was going