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.

her chin smugly, she showed Gilbert. “Got

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

she slid the phone back into his pocket.

agreed, “Yeah,

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

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was

She glared at the man. “You’ve been drinking.

drive!”

how were they supposed

rather cute. “What are you worried about? I might

before going abroad, She’d often pestered him under the guise of needing to practice driving

tossed the car

Sherilyn caught them, “I don’t want

Gilbert had made himself comfortable in the passenger

hands gripped the steering wheel,

Gilbert chuckled, leaning over to

slow. No

Alright then.

home, can you… let me go back to Neon Nights Bar to dance?”

then, she hadn’t forgotten why she’d come to him

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