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

having no

Gilbert sat in his car, looking

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

a pause, his tone became firmer,

did she have?

holding her breath, replied, “Wait for me.”

be

later, Sherilyn came downstairs.

“Sherilyn.”

emerged from the doorway, Gilbert got out of the car, walking around to the passenger

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

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

are you taking me? What does

broke up last night!

acting as if he hadn’t heard

anxious. “Where are you taking

to go on a date with him!

her, casually saying, “You’ll know

vague memory of it; it seemed to lead to Westwood Drive,

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

arriving at Westwood Drive,