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

to eye, neither backing down. Neither of

“I get your point.”

her out on the balcony, he understood winning her over wouldn’t

be easy.

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

eat, shall we? Two bites won’t fill

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lowering her head to gulp down her

Gilbert was surprised but then burst into

first. Gilbert wasn’t thrilled

let her be for the time being. Just thinking about her not dancing at Neon

more at ease.

alley, Gilbert walked Sherilyn to her apartment.

to the door,

one outside.

down at

didn’t want to respond.