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."

her eyes

patronage these past few days, and for the

brows lifted, his pleasure

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

Ernest accepted

took another glass from

glass back, draining it

went down

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

1. me.

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

1/2

yourself. No need

and nodded.

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

the moment before stepping

Smith, I won't keep you any

"Alright."

leave, she paused, looking back at