Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 160

“Enough.” But Gilbert cut her off before Sherilyn could even get a word in.

He had to. Whatever Sherilyn was about to say, he could guess it with his eyes closed. “You’re about to refuse me, aren’t you?”

Sherilyn froze. Indeed, she couldn’t dare. After one refusal, Sherilyn lost her job at the Neon Nights Bar. What would she have left after another? Silence was her only recourse.

To Gilbert, that was annoying, but it was better than a refusal. At least she knew fear.

Glancing at his watch, a faint smile on Gilbert’s lips. “Check the time. I’m starving.”

He stood up, his gaze lingering on Sherilyn. “Sherilyn, join me for dinner.”

Sherilyn looked up, puzzled. The conversation had suddenly shifted to dinner.

The man raised an eyebrow. “Not coming? Want to irritate me further?”

“No!” Sherilyn quickly shook her head, biting her lip, stammering, “If I join you for dinner, can I go back to dancing at Neon Nights Bar?”

“Tsk.” Gilbert clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction. “Asking for conditions just to share a meal, Sherilyn, you always been this tough to deal with?”

was so tough to deal with, why did he

had ulterior

response, Gilbert turned and led the

with no choice, Sherilyn hurried after him.

in the car, Gilbert asked Sherilyn, “What do you feel like

“Anything’s

no ‘anything‘ to eat,” Gilbert said, his irritation barely concealed. Was she being so casual about

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was at

been back in

“Fine, I’ll decide. Let’s

for some Western cuisine tonight. Is that

that’s fine,” Sherilyn nodded repeatedly. What choice did

at Cozyroom. Gilbert reserved a private booth and

asked Sherilyn as he picked

Sherilyn nodded again. “Anything’s

to the waiter. “And bring us a bottle of

too? Sherilyn braced herself, silently praying that he’d be in a better mood

wine with apparent relish and grace. On the other hand, Sherilyn felt like she was chewing wax, worried she might get indigestion.

you eating?” Gilbert looked up at her, noticing her untouched