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, she was

"Thank you."

eyes twinkling

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

brows lifted, his pleasure

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

said." Ernest

from the tray. "Here's

the glass back, draining it in

went down the wrong

chuckled. "I'm not much of a

1. me.

Ernest smiled, frowning slightly. "If

1/2

No need

and nodded. "Thank you,

"See, I've joined you.

smiled, acknowledging the

Smith, I won't keep you any

"Alright."

looking back at Ernest. "Mr. Smith, will you be here