Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 390

“Yes,” Sherilyn nodded with a smile, “Hot stuff! Jenna, you’re awesome, cooling it down all by yourself.”

“Mmm.” Jenna, with her head down, joyfully devoured the cheesy baked sweet potato.

“Yummy, mom’s cooking is the best.”

“Take it easy, honey.”

Sherilyn stood up. “I will go make you some milk.”

After preparing the milk and handing the bottle to Jenna, Sherilyn’s phone rang.

It was Gilbert.

Sherilyn immediately frowned. What did he want? Hadn’t she made herself clear?

She cut the call, refusing to answer.

But then, a message popped up.

[I’m downstairs. Your call, do you come down, or shall I come up?]

Sherilyn’s heart skipped a beat. She hurried to the window, lifting the curtain to peek outside–there was Gilbert’s Bentley, arrogantly parked there.

Not sure if he was also looking up at her, her phone rang again.

was

having no choice, answered.

car, looking up towards the

up. But, in my rush, convenience is the last thing on

pause, his tone became firmer, “Sherilyn, are

other choice did

breath, replied, “Wait

be waiting.”

Sherilyn came downstairs.

“Sherilyn.”

emerged from the doorway, Gilbert got out of the car,

Sophia decided to come down with Jenna, she reluctantly

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as they drove out of the neighborhood, Sherilyn turned to

on his lips, said,

me? What does my day off have to do

just broke up last night!

didn’t respond, acting as if he

anxious. “Where are you

about to go on a date with him!

rush?” Gilbert glanced at her, casually saying, “You’ll know when we get there”

had a vague memory of it; it seemed

Drive was practically a strip of high–end boutiques.

Westwood Drive, the