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.

was another call.

having no choice, answered.

his car,

me to go up. But,

a pause, his tone became firmer, “Sherilyn,

did she

holding her breath, replied, “Wait for

I’ll be

Sherilyn came

“Sherilyn.”

got out of the car, walking around to the passenger

especially if Sophia

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12:16

Sherilyn turned to Gilbert. “What do you want?

on his lips, said, “I’m taking you

taking me? What does my day off have

broke up last

acting as if

anxious. “Where are you taking

on a

rush?” Gilbert glanced at her, casually saying,

had a vague memory of it; it seemed to

high–end boutiques.

Westwood Drive, the car