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.

and ducked inside. She sat upright, hands on

Coming

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

he knew everything.

face him, retorting,

you to

13:01

long, defined fingers lifted her chin. He leaned

“Where did you go? Who were you

froze, not daring to move.

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

part of that world….

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

“Burgers?”

his eyes giving nothing away as

“What kind? Good?”

of question was

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

car fell into

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

lips curling into a faint

divorce papers, cancel the divorce application! Come back

was too much, too terrifying!

Sherilyn had faced in life, all her trials

this moment!