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.

having no choice,

in his car, looking up

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

pause, his tone became firmer, “Sherilyn,

choice did she

holding her breath, replied,

I’ll be waiting.”

Sherilyn

“Sherilyn.”

she emerged from the doorway, Gilbert got out of the car, walking around to the passenger side. “Get

frowned in resistance, but knowing this place wasn’t safe, especially if Sophia decided to come down with Jenna, she reluctantly

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of the neighborhood, Sherilyn turned to Gilbert. “What do

a smirk on his lips, said,

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

up last

if he

anxious. “Where are you

go on a

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

it seemed to lead to

of high–end boutiques. Why

at Westwood Drive, the car stopped.