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.

Sherilyn steeled herself, opened the rear door, and ducked inside. She sat upright, hands on her knees, barely daring to

have you been? Coming back at this

to sound casual. “The show ended at eleven, and now

thought, he knew

him, retorting, “Don’t you

want you to say it!”

13:01

defined fingers lifted her chin. He leaned closer, his stunning features

tone, “Where did you go? Who were you with?

froze, not daring to move.

by the dim light, a silent noble that

she was part of that

breath, Sherilyn slowly said, “I was with Edgar, down

“Burgers?”

nothing away as he

“What kind? Good?”

kind of question was

surprised, simply nodded, “Beef burgers. They

car fell into sudden

him away,

were icy, his lips curling

divorce papers, cancel the divorce application! Come back to

shock was too much, too terrifying!

faced in life, all her trials

this