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.

rear door, and ducked inside. She sat upright, hands on her knees, barely

you been? Coming back

watch, trying to sound casual. “The show ended at

thought, he knew everything.

to face him, retorting,

to say

13:01

Gilbert’s voice sharpened, his long, defined fingers lifted her chin. He leaned closer, his stunning features inches from

did you go? Who

daring

compelling, his silhouette cut sharply by the dim

once, she was part

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

“Burgers?”

his eyelids, his eyes giving nothing away as he gently

“What kind? Good?”

kind of question

burgers. They were… okay. Pretty good, actually…”

fell into sudden

seconds, Sherilyn, feeling awkward, tried to push him

eyes were icy, his lips curling into a faint smile.

papers, cancel the divorce application!

shock was too

Sherilyn had faced in life, all her

this