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. Sherilyn, trembling

nervous. You don’t have to finish it…

Sherilyn’s waist. Sherilyn gripped the glass tighter, hoping that

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

Chapter 237

the last straw for Sherilyn! She had been trying so hard to endure! She wasn’t “sick” in any way;

“Damn it!!”

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

did this bitch

Crash!

glass was Sherilyn, smashing the wine glass in her hand. Glass shards scattered on the floor, as she held onto

b any closer!”

jagged glass at Vincent, “Don’t

gone south,

back! All

was beyond reach now, brandishing the broken

broke out wildly, “I’ve seen it all now! Let’s

come