Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 153

Back on Twilight Trail, at the crossroads, Sherilyn spotted that familiar sleek black Bentley parked conspicuously.

In such a quaint neighborhood, a luxury car like that stuck out like a sore thumb–impossible to ignore.

Especially with David leaning against the door, seemingly waiting just for her.

And indeed, he was. “Ms. Sherilyn!” He waved her over.

“David.” Sherilyn approached with a puzzled look. “Is something the matter? Did Sylvia send for me?”

“No.”

David gestured towards the car, his expression complicated.

At that moment, the window rolled down to reveal Gilbert, his face a paragon of handsomeness, looking impeccably cool.

His eyes narrowed, his voice icy, “Get in.”

Sherilyn, gripped by fear, clutched at David, “David, he means you!”

David gave a wry smile. “Ms. Sherilyn, don’t joke. Why would Mr. Gilbert wait out here in the middle of the night for an old man like me?”

Sherilyn was speechless.

Alright, it seemed he meant her.

inside. She sat upright, hands on her knees, barely

Coming back

glanced at his watch, trying to sound casual. “The show ended at eleven, and

thought, he

face him, retorting, “Don’t you already

to say it!”

13:01

lifted her

you go? Who were you with? What did you

not daring

too compelling, his silhouette cut sharply by the dim light, a silent noble

part of

slowly said, “I was with Edgar, down at the promenade, eating burgers.”

“Burgers?”

eyelids, his eyes giving nothing

“What kind? Good?”

question

surprised, simply nodded, “Beef burgers. They were… okay. Pretty good,

fell into sudden silence.

tried to push him away, “If there’s

his lips curling into

divorce papers, cancel the divorce application! Come back to me!”

shock was too

life, all

to this