Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 272

“Alright, Mr. Gilbert.”

It wasn’t until Gilbert was almost at the dance studio that he finally picked up his phone to reply.

[I’m almost at the dance studio. Whatever it is, we can talk in person.]

Upon receiving the message, Sherilyn couldn’t help but wonder, was he just passing by the dance studio?

She didn’t dwell on it much and, together with Rebecca, left the studio.

“I’ve been imposing on you these past few days. I can head back home tonight.”

“Imposing? Don’t be silly. You’re welcome at my place anytime you need.”

As they stepped out, they saw Gilbert leaning casually against his car, waiting for her.

“Sherilyn, I’ll head off first.”

“Sure.”

Sherilyn jogged up to Gilbert, slightly out of breath, and went straight to the point after pulling out her phone.

“How much do I owe you?”

“Sherilyn…”

Gilbert frowned, a hint of seriousness in his tone. “I didn’t come here to collect money from you.”

Sherilyn was surprised. Then why was he here?

“Oh…”

she got

might be as trivial as a dollar or two, but for

gaze darkened. “You think I

stunned. Wasn’t it?

let out a bitter laugh, his teeth clenched. “Yes, just

casually!”

an intense pinch of sourness.

he thought she was

she said–it was

her cheap one… He must have looked so foolshi

all She never thought that he had picked

Sherlyn was

back to reality, a flash of pain visible in his eyes.

Sherlyn reminded him. “You haven’t told me

Sherlyn.

ask her, “Haven’t

looked for

just wouldn’t come out.

Sherlyn asked innocently,

Nothing

200 bucks! Huh… Huh?” Sherlyn nodded subconsciously, then

Did he misopea

it should at least start with a thousand.

‘Didn’t catch that?”

it’s just…

you on