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 twinkling like

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

brows lifted, his pleasure evident. "Glad you liked

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

said." Ernest

glass from the

glass back, draining it in

The drink went down the wrong

much of a

1. me.

problem." Ernest smiled, frowning slightly. "If you

1/2

need for formalities

nodded. "Thank

suit, "See, I've joined you. From

the moment before

any longer. I'll be on

"Alright."

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