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.

time, it was another call.

no choice,

his car, looking up towards the

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,

pause, his tone became firmer, “Sherilyn, are

choice did

holding her breath, replied, “Wait for

be

minutes later, Sherilyn came downstairs.

“Sherilyn.”

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

especially if Sophia

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

wheel with a smirk on his lips,

his tone. “What do you mean? Where are you taking me? What does my day off have to do with you? Have you forgotten we

broke up

respond, acting as if

“Where are you

about to go on

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

had a vague memory of it; it seemed

strip of high–end

at Westwood Drive, the car