Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Fidelia had no reason to tangle with him anymore.

"No worries, Fidelia. I'm heading out now."

Sherilyn waved at Fidelia, making her way to the foyer to pull open the front door. It was nearly noon, and she was running late for her daily visit to the Sunset Ridge Community. Jenna would be worried by

now.

However, as the door swung open, she was greeted by the sight of a young man with a sturdy build standing on the doorstep.

"Ms. Gomez."

"Abel?"

Sherilyn recognized him, though they hadn't spoken much. She knew him as Gilbert's bodyguard.

The Johnson brothers each had bodyguards, something Sherilyn hadn't understood before. She now knew it was because they had been kidnapped as kids.

But what was Abel doing here?

"Ms. Gomez, Mr. Gilbert has instructed that you need to rest at home."

Sherilyn was taken aback. What did he mean by that?

Abel continued, "Ms. Gomez, whatever you need, just command me."

His tone was respectful, yet carried an undeniable sense of coercion.

Sherilyn couldn't help but scoff, "Abel, tell me exactly what Gilbert said."

"Well..."

"Out with it!"

close eye on her. She is not to step outside Golden Oak Manor or see

stunned. Not allowed to leave? Was this some kind

he

if I insist

gate, "Ms. Gomez, with me

astounded, at a loss for

around, she went back

it was impossible to make it to Sunset Ridge Community. Jenna, waiting for Sherilyn, must be

brother and

a little longer

Ridge Community was out of the question, what about the TV station? That

tried to leave again, only to be

"Move!" Sherilyn frowned, glaring

at him,

trying to

you saying

work now?"

ground, his response firm, "I only follow Mr. Gilbert's

he

"Fine, I'll talk to him

to the living room and immediately called Gilbert. The call went through, but no one

She tried several more times, with the same

was clearly ignoring

Seeing no other option,

feeling well today and can't make it. I'd

Lauren