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

this hairband might be as trivial as a dollar or two, but for me, it’s

darkened. “You think I just picked it out casually?”

stunned. Wasn’t

a bitter laugh, his teeth clenched. “Yes,

casually!”

his heart felt an intense pinch of

Sherilyn mentioned paying him, he thought

then she said–it was

cheap one… He must

all

swing. Sherlyn was

flash of

Sherlyn reminded him. “You haven’t told me how much?”

Sherlyn.

to ask her, “Haven’t

for

just wouldn’t

what?” Sherlyn asked innocently,

Nothing

shook his head, swallowing hard, and then blurted out a number. 200 bucks! Huh… Huh?”

Did he misopea

it should at least start with a

‘Didn’t catch that?”

just…

you on