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.

public place, with all those people around, couldn't you have screamed?"

on, nodding. "Got it. I'll remember that next

the conversation died down, and the

why she shied away from a man's touch,

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Street, right at

car stopped, and Sherilyn thanked him. "Thanks for the

"Sure."

opened the car door to get out, something fell

seat.

"Sherilyn."

picked it up, intending

It was a hamburger.

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

What?

frowned. "You think I'd mind a hamburger

"Yeah." Sherilyn nodded.

came back to Golden Oak Manor

too. It was his own doing,

"Of course not!"

definitely genuine. "Things change, okay? Don't pin things on me I

got it."

fuss, so why the

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

was way past lunchtime. Was that all