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?”

the men around them. Sherilyn, trembling

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

to wander along Sherilyn’s waist. Sherilyn gripped the

to her lips, Sherilyn froze. Vincent’s hand had crept up her leg!

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

“Damn it!!”

up cursing. Wiping the

bitch

Crash!

wine glass in her hand. Glass shards scattered on

avec b any

pointed the jagged glass at Vincent,

Realizing things had gone south, Blake

Stay back! All of you!”

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

laughter broke out wildly, “I’ve seen it all now! Let’s see what you’re

don’t come