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.

it was another call.

no choice, answered.

his car, looking up

a place, and with a kid, it’s not convenient for me to go up. But,

firmer, “Sherilyn, are

choice did she

breath, replied, “Wait for

be

Sherilyn came downstairs.

“Sherilyn.”

out of the car, walking around to the passenger side. “Get

place wasn’t safe, especially if Sophia decided to come down

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turned to Gilbert. “What do you want? Spit

his lips, said, “I’m taking you

understand his tone. “What do you mean? Where are you taking me? What does my day off have to do with you? Have you

broke up last

acting as if he hadn’t

grew anxious. “Where are you taking

about to go on a date with

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

a vague memory of it; it seemed

a strip of high–end boutiques. Why

at Westwood Drive,