Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 162

On the left, she got nothing. She turned around and reached for the right. It was also empty.

“No way,” Sherilyn looked at the man towering over her.

Her clear eyes reflected his handsome features.

“Ha,” Gilbert chuckled, whispering in her ear, “Try the inside pocket.”

The inside pocket?

She knew suits had an inner pocket. But for her to reach inside? No way! Wouldn’t that be like she was touching him?

Sherilyn hesitated, her eyebrows knotted in confusion. What should she do?

“Hurry up,” Gilbert urged her, “before people start thinking I’m trying to dine

and dash.”

With no other choice, Sherilyn made her move.

Both hands ready, Gilbert raised an eyebrow, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

The next second, she unbuckled his suit jacket and flipped the front open so she wouldn’t have to touch him. Reaching into the inner pocket, she retrieved the phone.

chin smugly, she showed Gilbert. “Got

when she least needed to be! The phone was locked. Sherilyn picked it up, aimed it

phone back into his

“Yeah, let’s

makeup look, her face expressionless. What was going on? Since when had they become so

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Sherlyn was baffled.

leave?” She glared at the man.

drive!”

supposed to get back? Walk?

an eyebrow, finding her feisty demeanor rather cute. “What are you worried about? I

She’d often pestered him under the guise

so, he tossed the car

them, “I don’t want to

made himself comfortable in the

with no choice, Sherilyn begrudgingly took the driver’s seat. Her hands gripped the steering wheel,

chuckled, leaning over to buckle

No rush.”

Alright then.

breath. “If I drive you home, can you… let

she hadn’t forgotten why she’d come to him today.

drive,” Gilbert raised an eyebrow, sidestepping her question. “I