Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 237

Under the dim lights, Sherilyn’s face turned ghostly pale. Without thinking, she glanced at Blake, then at Caleb. Neither of them uttered a word, only communicating through their eyes–a silent plea for her to endure.

Remembering Blake’s earlier advice, Sherilyn took a deep breath, lifted her hand, and placed it in Vincent’s waiting palm.

“Ha ha…”

Pleased, Vincent laughed heartily, gripping her hand tightly and yanking her closer in one swift motion. What was initially a handhold turned into an arm wrapped possessively around her waist.

Instantly, Sherilyn tensed all over. Her fists clenched tight, fingernails digging into her palms…

“How old are you? What’s your major?”

“24, I study contemporary dance…” Sherilyn answered mechanically, hardly hearing her own voice.

“A dancer, huh? No wonder you’ve got such a nice figure.”

Vincent lifted his glass, offering it to her, “First meeting, let’s have a drink.”

“Sure…” Sherilyn took the glass, her heart pounding. “Aren’t you drinking, Mr. Johnson?”

“You first,” Vincent waved it off. “I’ll drink what’s left. Makes us closer, don’t you

think?”

comment drew laughter from the men around them. Sherilyn, trembling slightly, held the

to finish it… I’m known for being gentle with

the glass tighter, hoping that after this drink, he would let her go.

she brought the glass to her lips, Sherilyn froze. Vincent’s hand

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“sick” in any way; no woman could tolerate this! Before anyone

“Damn it!!”

and furious, stood up cursing. Wiping the red wine

did this bitch

Crash!

breaking glass was Sherilyn, smashing the wine glass in her hand. Glass shards scattered on the floor,

avec b any closer!”

pointed the jagged glass at Vincent, “Don’t come

south, Blake

back! All of

now, brandishing the broken

wildly, “I’ve seen it all now! Let’s see what you’re going to do to

don’t come any