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."

smiled, her eyes twinkling

Mr. Smith. For your patronage these past few days, and

brows lifted, his

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

Ernest accepted

took another glass from

she tipped the glass back,

The drink went down the

chuckled. "I'm not much of

1. me.

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

1/2

need for formalities

nodded.

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

Sherilyn smiled, acknowledging the

I won't keep you any longer. I'll

"Alright."

back at Ernest. "Mr. Smith, will you