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

phone was locked. Sherilyn picked

the phone back into his pocket. “There, we can go now.”

agreed, “Yeah,

her face expressionless. What was going on? Since when had they become so close? What

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was

David leave?” She glared at the man. “You’ve been drinking. You can’t

drive!”

supposed to get back?

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

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

the car keys

Sherilyn caught them, “I don’t want to drive…

had made himself comfortable

hands gripped the steering wheel, her nerves on edge. She

over

slow. No rush.”

Alright then.

you… let me go back to

hadn’t forgotten why she’d come to

“I prefer not to discuss