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."

her eyes twinkling like

your patronage these past few days, and for the flowers... I really

Ernest's brows lifted, his pleasure evident. "Glad you liked

a waiter approached with a tray. Sherilyn picked up a glass of wine and offered it to Ernest Smith..

Ernest

from the tray. "Here's

tipped the glass

drink went

Sherilyn chuckled. "I'm not much of a

1. me.

"If

1/2

push yourself. No need for formalities with me,

nodded. "Thank you,

and followed suit, "See, I've joined you. From now on,

the

keep you any longer.

"Alright."

turned to leave, she paused, looking back