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.

in his car, looking up towards the window.

convenient for me to go up. But, in my

his tone became firmer, “Sherilyn,

other choice did she have?

breath, replied,

I’ll be waiting.”

Sherilyn came downstairs.

“Sherilyn.”

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

safe, especially if Sophia decided to come down with Jenna, she reluctantly got into the

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as they drove out of the neighborhood, Sherilyn turned to Gilbert. “What do you want?

wheel with a smirk on his lips, said, “I’m taking you

you mean? Where are you taking me? What does my day off

up last

if he hadn’t

anxious. “Where are you taking me?”

to go on a date with

her, casually saying, “You’ll know when we get there”

memory of it; it

was practically a strip of high–end boutiques. Why was he

Westwood Drive, the