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.”

that so?” Gilbert met her gaze.

Neither of them was willing to

“I get your

out on the balcony, he understood

be easy.

far from perfect in the past, not caring enough? He didn’t delude himself into thinking

“Let’s eat, shall we? Two bites

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her head to gulp

but then burst into

Sherilyn off at Serenity Street first. Gilbert wasn’t thrilled to send her back, especially after having

too far. It was best to let her be for the time being. Just thinking about her not dancing at Neon Nights Bar anymore, not being ogled by those

more at ease.

reaching the alley, Gilbert walked Sherilyn

was short. He only took her to the

inside, one outside.

down at

didn’t want to