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 glass.

have to finish

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

brought the glass to her lips, Sherilyn froze. Vincent’s hand had crept up

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

“Damn it!!”

splashed across his face. Vincent, shocked and furious, stood up cursing. Wiping the red wine from his face, he reached for Sherilyn.

bitch come

Crash!

Glass shards scattered on the floor,

avec b any

glass at Vincent, “Don’t

south, Blake tried

All

beyond reach now, brandishing the broken glass at

all now! Let’s see

don’t come any closer…”