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.

a frown, Sherilyn steeled herself, opened the rear door, and ducked inside. She

Coming

to sound casual. “The show ended

thought, he knew everything.

retorting, “Don’t

to say

13:01

defined fingers lifted her chin. He leaned

tone, “Where did you go? Who were you

daring to move.

man had a presence too compelling, his silhouette cut sharply by the dim light, a silent noble that could

she was part of that world….

Sherilyn slowly said, “I was with Edgar, down at the promenade,

“Burgers?”

his eyelids, his eyes giving nothing away as

“What kind? Good?”

kind of question was

nodded, “Beef burgers. They were… okay. Pretty good, actually…”

car fell into sudden

tense few seconds, Sherilyn, feeling awkward, tried to push him away, “If

icy, his lips curling into a

divorce papers, cancel the divorce application! Come back to

shock was too

life, all her

this