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!"

'Keep a close eye on her. She is not to step outside

Not allowed to leave? Was this some

he have

insist

at the gate, "Ms. Gomez,

was astounded, at a loss

around, she went

it was impossible to make it to Sunset Ridge

brother and sister had already arrived;

little

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

only to be

"Move!" Sherilyn frowned, glaring

at him,

trying to go to

Are you saying

to work

response firm, "I only follow

he wouldn't and couldn't

laughed in frustration. "Fine,

to the living room and immediately called Gilbert. The call

again, still no answer. She tried several more times, with

was clearly ignoring

Seeing no other option,

can't make it. I'd like to take a day

sick?" Lauren checked