Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 319

On Wednesday evening. Sherilyn went to the Johnsons residence. It was the only free night she had before her busy weekend schedule. filled with performances from Thursday through Sunday.

“Sherilyn, come here, Sylvia Johnson called out, uncorking a bottle of red wine to celebrate Sherilyn’s safe return from Crestwood.

“It’s a miracle you came out of that unscathed. Must be your grandma Watching over you from heaven, Sylvia said with a hint of relief.

“Yes,” Sherilyn replied with a smile.

From the comet Gilbert thought to himself; Grandma’s blessings? Was she really Sherilyn’s grandma?

He reached over to cover Sherilyn’s wine glass. “Grandma, Sherilynt doesn’t drink. Maybe we should skip the wine for her.”

He vividly remembered how she was when she got drunk

“A little won’t hurt,” Sylvia shot a glance at her grandson. “We’re celebreng, after all. Plus, we’re at home. It’s not like getting a bit tipay here is a problem, right, Sherilyn?

Sherilyn lifted her glass, “Sylvia’s right”

There it was, Gilbert meddling unnecessarily again

Releasing his grip, Gilbert busied himself pouring wine for the ladies and serving dinner.

table tonight. Francis was at the hospital for a comprehensive check–up and was expected to stay there fosa couple of

due to her frail health, Gilbert

cradling her wine glass, happily serving herself another

was getting drunk too!

hand. “You’re drunk, do

always ready, maintained daily by the housekeeper, requiring no

“Oh, okay”

when Sherilyn nodded, clumsily trying to stand up, leaning heavily on the

teased, “Can Ms. Gomez even

the door

the genius. Come on, I’ll escort you to your room.”

“Okay”

him to guide

let go of him and went straight

“Sherlyn?”

Gilbert

sick. He hesitated momentarily

while with no sign of Sherilyn, his worry turned into impatience He knocked on

inside; everything was silent.

wore thin. He warned, “if

brief silence, he pushed the door open, only to find