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

Smith. For your patronage these

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

tray. Sherilyn picked up a glass of wine and offered it to Ernest Smith.. "This is

said." Ernest accepted

took another glass from the

that, she tipped the glass back, draining it in one

went

not much of a drinker, Mr. Smith. Please,

1. me.

Ernest smiled, frowning slightly. "If you can't hold your liquor, there's

1/2

No need

nodded. "Thank

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

the

you any longer. I'll be on my

"Alright."

to leave, she paused, looking back at Ernest. "Mr. Smith, will you be here