Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Rebecca was an unexpected puzzle even for Sherilyn, and that's saying something.

Compared to Gilbert, Francis was more of a quiet and steady guy. Sure, he wasn't the life of the party, but silent? Hardly. Yet, around Rebecca, it was as if he had taken a vow of silence.

It wasn't that he seemed upset or impatient, far from it.

Puzzled, Sherilyn couldn't help but give Francis a few more glances, only to notice his ears, red as ripe tomatoes.

Was Francis embarrassed?

But why? Because Rebecca was a girl he wasn't familiar with?

Oh, brother... Such a hopeless romantic.

The next day, Sherilyn made her way to the dance studio.

Daphne Hansen had returned to her usual routine at the studio.

Waiting in Daphne's office, Sherilyn didn't have to wait long before Daphne appeared, "Sherilyn, you're here? Have a seat, don't bother standing up."

"Alright." Sherilyn started to get up but sat back down, following Daphne's words.

"Just got back to the studio, and it's been non-stop, I swear my feet don't know they're not my hands anymore. Kept you waiting long?"

Daphne brought out some cookies and coffee, making herself comfortable, "So, what brings you here? Spill the beans."

her lip, finding it

With a baby on

much; without her, Sherilyn wouldn't have

you looking so troubled?" Daphne chuckled. "Out with

to... to resign. I'm afraid I'll also need you to find

froze, her expression turning blank. "Did I hear

Sherilyn could feel

tell me, after all my trust in you, sending

the

network,

it's

taken aback, blurted

her

she

Daphne

she was Gilbert's,

it was

find such a

she

investing in her!

belongs to

get married,

only nod,