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."

bit her lip, finding it hard to

a baby on the way, her options

wouldn't have

you looking so troubled?" Daphne chuckled. "Out

here to... to resign. I'm afraid I'll also need you to find a replacement for me at the

hand froze, her expression turning blank. "Did I hear you

Sherilyn could feel the intensity of

tell me, after all my trust in

resist the

TV network,

it's not

aback, blurted out, "I...

was stunned, her gaze dropping to

a pause, she

Daphne

was

it was

such a

and she had really

investing in her!

belongs to

decided? To get married, settle down, no more

only nod,