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?”

men around them.

nervous. You don’t have to finish

his hand began to wander along Sherilyn’s waist. Sherilyn gripped the

glass to her lips,

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Sherilyn! She had been trying so hard to endure! She wasn’t “sick” in any way; no woman could tolerate this!

“Damn it!!”

and furious, stood up cursing. Wiping the

this bitch

Crash!

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

avec b any closer!”

pointed the jagged glass

gone south, Blake tried to

Stay back! All of

brandishing the

all now! Let’s

don’t come