Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 438

“Ha–ha. Yes!”

Jenna was over the moon, curling up into a little ball, snuggling close to her mom.

Meanwhile, Gilbert was on the verge of blowing up Sherilyn’s phone!

He had arrived at the dance studio at 6 o’clock sharp to pick up Sherilyn, as they had agreed. But, her phone was unreachable, and she hadn’t replied to any of his messages.

What was going on?

Gilbert furrowed his brows, puzzled.

Just then, he spotted Rebecca stepping out.

“Rebecca!” Gilbert quickly intercepted her, “Hey, has Sherilyn not left yet?”

“Sherilyn?” Rebecca looked surprised, “Oh, she left nearly an hour ago.”

Really?

Gilbert’s attempt to maintain a smile faltered, “Do you know where she went?”

“No clue, she didn’t say,” Rebecca shrugged.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

As Rebecca left, Gilbert’s handsome face turned grim. Sherilyn had already left? Where to? Had something happened? Why wasn’t she answering her phone?

If something had come up suddenly, shouldn’t she have at least informed him?

his watch, he noted another ten minutes had passed…

gaze darkening, Gilbert picked up his phone again to try Sherilyn’s

there was

growing irritation, he sent

you? Is everything okay? Should I come pick you

vanished into

The night grew deeper.

in his car, constantly glancing at his phone to check for any missed calls

14:30

Chapter 438

unread messages.

Humph!

was seething, instinctively reaching for a cigarette to

a box

his smoking habit and had asked him to

huff, Gilbert popped a lozenge into his mouth, immediately frowning at the taste. Normally, he could barely tolerate it, but

where had

her, and she was just ignoring their date

time ticked by, Gilbert’s

creepy taxi drivers to being kidnapped not too long ago. Had something

his phone, dialing her number over and

But still, no answer.

Pick up

storm cloud seemed to hover over Gilbert’s head. If he couldn’t get through to her

At the hospital.

had finally fallen asleep after

“Feeling tired, huh? You haven’t had anything to eat yet. I’ll stay

“Okay.”

the bedside table and instinctively reaching