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

clever when she least needed to be! The phone was locked. Sherilyn picked it up, aimed it at his face for facial recognition, and paid

slid the phone back into his

“Yeah, let’s go.”

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

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Sherlyn was

glared at the man. “You’ve been drinking. You can’t

drive!”

supposed to get

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

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

so, he tossed the car keys

“I

himself comfortable

Sherilyn begrudgingly took the driver’s seat. Her hands gripped the steering wheel, her

chuckled, leaning over to buckle her

slow. No rush.”

Alright then.

you home, can you… let me go back

hadn’t forgotten why she’d come to

eyebrow, sidestepping her question. “I prefer not to