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

go up. But, in my rush,

became firmer, “Sherilyn, are you coming

other choice did she have?

her breath, replied, “Wait

be waiting.”

minutes later, Sherilyn came

“Sherilyn.”

doorway, Gilbert got out of the car,

safe, especially if Sophia decided to come down

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drove out of the neighborhood, Sherilyn turned to Gilbert. “What do you want? Spit it out.”

a smirk on his lips, said, “I’m taking you somewhere. You’re off today, right?”

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

up

as if he hadn’t heard her.

are you taking

go on a date

the rush?” Gilbert glanced at her, casually

it seemed to lead to Westwood Drive,

of high–end boutiques. Why was he taking her

at Westwood Drive, the car