Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 159

On the other end, Gilbert picked up quickly. His deep and measured voice greeted her with a simple “Hello.”

“It’s me, Sherilyn,” she said, her grip tightening around her phone as she introduced herself.

“As if I wouldn’t know it’s you,” Gilbert teased, “Did you call just to say that?”

“No, that’s not it.” Sherilyn’s brows knitted together as she took a deep breath. “I’m at the Neon Nights Bar now…“.

“Ah, that matter.” Gilbert cut her off before she could continue. “I’ve got some things to handle right now…”

He paused, seemingly giving instructions to someone nearby, and picked up the conversation again, “Look, whatever it is, come find me.”

Sherilyn hesitated before nodding in agreement. “Fine.”

She hadn’t expected a phone call to change his mind anyway.

“Where should I find you?” she asked.

“Where else at this hour? I’m at the office, of course.”

It wasn’t even five yet, and Mr. Gilbert was no idler, naturally busy at work.

hanging up, Sherilyn made her

desk. It wasn’t her first visit to the Johnson

him, but years had passed, and the receptionists had changed. No one recognized her anymore.

appointment with Mr. Johnson. He told me

receptionist immediately brightened up, becoming more courteous. “Ms. Gomez, Mr. Johnson mentioned

13:04

me. This

private elevator, Sherilyn arrived at the top floor without

office.

was engrossed in his work and merely

assistant replied respectfully,

the assistant gone, Sherilyn was left alone

Gilbert so engrossed in his work, Sherilyn didn’t dare interrupt, afraid of aggravating him further. She quietly sat on the sofa, waiting. She

he put aside his work, looked up, and

a move

gestured for her to remain seated.

back of the sofa, his deep gaze fixed on her. “So, what brings

knew the

clasped her hands before her, tense, “I came to ask why you stopped me from dancing