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.

smugly, she showed

grunted, amused. She was clever when she least needed to be! The phone was locked. Sherilyn picked it up, aimed it at his face

phone back into his pocket.

agreed, “Yeah, let’s go.”

expressionless. What was going on? Since when had they become so close? What had happened? Why there was

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was

glared at the man. “You’ve been

drive!”

they supposed to get back?

demeanor rather cute. “What are you worried about? I might be drunk, but you didn’t, You drive.”

remembered Sherilyn had her license, having obtained it in Sunhaven before going abroad, She’d often pestered him under

the

them, “I

comfortable

choice, Sherilyn begrudgingly took the driver’s seat. Her hands gripped the steering wheel, her nerves on edge. She had a license but hadn’t driven

over to buckle her seatbelt. “Take

No rush.”

Alright then.

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

forgotten why she’d come to

eyebrow, sidestepping her question. “I prefer not