Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 110

"Oh, really?"

On the couch sat a middle-aged man, seemingly in his early forties. His hair was slicked back, revealing a thinning patch that hinted at the onset of baldness. Fine lines etched his face, and his belly slightly protruded-a telltale sign of middle-aged spread.

Ernest Smith, clad in a suit, carried the air of authority well, as befitting his high status..

Glancing up, Ernest sized up the young woman before him. "Your name... Sherilyn?"

"Yes.

gave Sherilyn a knowing look, prompting her to step forward confidently.

Colin gave

"Mr. Smith, I'm Sherilyn. Like the splendor in 'splendid', Sherilyn as in the "lyric' of a song."

"Oh?"

Ernest savored her name, smiling. "Sherilyn, that's a lovely name."

And not just the name, her looks were even more impressive.

Though her face was obscured by a mask on stage, her eyes hinted at beauty.

in person, she was

"Thank you."

eyes

come to thank you, Mr. Smith. For your patronage these past few days, and for the flowers... I

that so?" Ernest's brows lifted, his pleasure evident. "Glad

Smith..." As Sherilyn spoke, Colin gestured discreetly, and a waiter approached with a tray. Sherilyn picked up a glass of wine

said." Ernest accepted the

from the

she tipped the glass back, draining it

went down the wrong

much of a drinker,

1. me.

smiled, frowning slightly. "If you can't hold your

1/2

yourself. No need for

and nodded. "Thank you, Mr.

glass and followed suit, "See, I've

Sherilyn smiled, acknowledging the moment before stepping

won't keep you any longer.

"Alright."

leave, she paused, looking back at Ernest. "Mr. Smith, will