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.

person,

"Thank you."

smiled, her eyes twinkling

to thank you, Mr. Smith. For your patronage these

brows lifted, his pleasure evident. "Glad you

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

said." Ernest accepted the

from the tray. "Here's

she tipped the glass back, draining it in one

drink went

much of a drinker, Mr.

1. me.

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

1/2

push yourself. No need for formalities

nodded.

"See, I've joined you. From now on, let's keep

the moment

you any longer. I'll be

"Alright."

looking back at Ernest. "Mr. Smith, will