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.

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

Coming back at

sound casual. “The show ended at

he knew everything.

retorting, “Don’t you

want you to say

13:01

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

Who were you with? What did you do?”

froze, not daring to

cut sharply by the dim light, a silent noble that

part of

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

“Burgers?”

eyes giving nothing away as

“What kind? Good?”

kind of question

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

car fell into

tense few seconds, Sherilyn, feeling awkward, tried to push him

lips

withdraw the divorce papers, cancel the divorce application! Come back

was too

life, all her

this moment!