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,

"Thank you."

smiled, her eyes twinkling like

For your patronage these past few

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

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

Ernest accepted the

glass from the tray. "Here's

glass back, draining

went down

Sherilyn chuckled. "I'm not much of a drinker,

1. me.

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

1/2

No need for formalities with

nodded. "Thank you, Mr.

glass and followed suit, "See, I've joined

the moment before stepping

any

"Alright."

looking back at Ernest.