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,

his car, looking up towards

sharing a place, and with a kid, it’s not convenient for me to go up. But, in my rush, convenience is the last thing on my mind, don’t you think?”

firmer, “Sherilyn, are you coming

did she have?

her breath, replied,

be waiting.”

later, Sherilyn

“Sherilyn.”

Gilbert got out of the car, walking around to the passenger side.

resistance, but knowing this place wasn’t safe, especially if Sophia decided

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

wheel with a smirk on his lips,

you taking me? What does my day off

up

if he hadn’t heard her.

“Where are you taking me?”

to go on a

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

it; it seemed

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

Westwood Drive, the car