Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 168

Before she could finish words, Gilbert cut her off sharply, his eyes flashing with irritation. “You can’t say anything nice, can you?”

With that, he picked up a slice of baguette from the plate, dipped it into the sauce, and brought it to her lips. “Open up.”

What? Sherilyn was flabbergasted, wondering if Mr. Johnson was alright. What on earth could make him tolerate her saying something like that?

“I won’t eat it.” Sherilyn frowned, turning her face away. “Unless you let me go back to dancing at Neon Nights Bar.”

Gilbert paused, his hand holding the toast mid–air. So, it was all about that.

He put down the toast, deciding to be direct. “Forget about dancing at Neon Nights Bar.”

“Why?” Sherilyn was shocked, feeling a shiver down her spine. “It’s my job!”

“What kind of lousy job is it?” Gilbert didn’t care. “You won’t need that job. I can provide for you.”

Provide for her? Was Gilbert not giving up?

Sherilyn felt stifled, struggling to speak. “I know you’re capable, but I won’t agree.”

Gilbert met her

eye, neither backing down. Neither of them was willing to give

Gilbert nodded. “I

on the balcony, he understood winning

be easy.

caring enough? He didn’t delude himself into thinking a few words could

he said, “Let’s eat, shall we? Two bites won’t fill you

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time, Sherilyn ignored him, lowering her head to gulp down her soup.

but then burst

drove, dropping Sherilyn off at Serenity Street first. Gilbert wasn’t thrilled to send her back, especially after having put an end to her job at

her too far. It was best to let her be for the time being. Just thinking about her not dancing at Neon

more at ease.

walked Sherilyn to her

short. He only took her to the door, not following her

one

looked down at

want to respond.