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

least needed to be! The phone was locked. Sherilyn picked

back into his pocket. “There, we can

agreed, “Yeah, let’s go.”

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

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Sherlyn was

the

drive!”

they supposed to

rather cute. “What are you worried about? I might be drunk, but you

She’d

tossed the

caught them, “I don’t

Gilbert had made himself comfortable

gripped the steering wheel, her nerves on edge. She had a license but hadn’t

Gilbert chuckled, leaning over to buckle her seatbelt.

No

Alright then.

you home, can you… let

she hadn’t forgotten why she’d come

an eyebrow, sidestepping her question. “I prefer not to discuss business in the car.”