Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 115

He didn't pull up right in front of the Neon Nights Bar. Instead, he parked across the street, facing the entrance so that Sherilyn would spot him the moment she stepped out.

The man, on the verge of becoming her ex-husband, was seriously playing the protective older brother role to a tee! He could almost nominate himself for 'Ex-Husband of the Year' at this rate, so moved by his own actions.

Then he saw her, Sherilyn leaving the bar. She wasn't alone; the man beside her was holding her hand...

The valet had just brought Ernest's car around.

Sherilyn looked up at him, "Mr. Smith, drive safely, alright?"

"Sure thing."

Ernest chuckled, releasing her hand before turning to get into his car. He paused, then turned back, "Sherilyn."

"Hmm?" Sherilyn smiled at him.

Ernest pursed his lips, visibly nervous. "Can I... can I kiss you?"

Sherilyn blinked, surprised, her grip tightening though she still smiled. "Of course, you can."

"Alright."

Then, he leaned down. Suddenly, Sherilyn's eyes closed, a slight

Ernest hesitated for a moment before pressing a kiss to

forehead instead.

her eyes, looking confused,

your time. You need it, and give

her and

stood there, dazed, Take care,

of the better patrons she could have hoped

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10:39

"Sherilyn!"

the force almost crushing

Ah!"

Gilbert's tense throat and, above that, his furiously handsome face. Even in his anger, he was strikingly good-looking. Sherilyn couldn't

Gilbert's voice was ice-cold, veins throbbing on

"Yeah." Sherilyn nodded.

"Do you even know who he is? Ernest! He's old enough to be your father!" "Yeah." Sherilyn's response was calm. "I know. I think it's nice, older men tend to