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.

door, and ducked inside.

have you been? Coming back at

casual. “The show ended at eleven, and now it’s

he

face him, retorting, “Don’t you

to say

13:01

of the blue, Gilbert’s voice sharpened, his long, defined fingers lifted her

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

froze, not daring to move.

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

she was part of that world….

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

“Burgers?”

his eyes giving nothing away as he gently stroked her chin.

“What kind? Good?”

kind of question

simply nodded, “Beef burgers. They

into sudden silence.

to push him away, “If there’s nothing

eyes were icy, his lips curling into a

papers, cancel the divorce application!

was too much, too

in life, all her trials combined, paled in

to this