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?”

from the men around

You don’t have to finish it… I’m known for being

Sherilyn gripped the glass tighter, hoping that after

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

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any way; no woman could tolerate this! Before anyone could react, Sherilyn threw the contents of her glass

“Damn it!!”

his face. Vincent, shocked and furious, stood up cursing. Wiping the

this bitch come from?”

Crash!

in her hand. Glass shards scattered on the floor, as she held onto the base

avec b

pointed the jagged glass at

gone south,

All of you!”

beyond reach now, brandishing the broken glass at anyone. who dared approach.

it all now! Let’s see what you’re going

don’t come any closer…”