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

amused. She was 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

his pocket. “There,

agreed, “Yeah,

going on? Since when had they

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Sherlyn was

the man. “You’ve been drinking.

drive!”

were they supposed to get back?

feisty demeanor rather cute. “What are you worried about?

having obtained it in Sunhaven before going abroad, She’d often pestered him

he tossed the car keys to her.

them, “I

had made himself comfortable

begrudgingly took the driver’s seat. Her hands gripped the steering wheel, her nerves on edge. She

chuckled, leaning over

slow. No rush.”

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

an eyebrow, sidestepping her question. “I prefer