Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"How did you find out?"

Sherilyn stared straight into the man's troubled, handsome face, her eyebrows arching slightly as she cut him off with a chilly tone.

"Where did I give myself away?"

"Here..."

Gilbert raised his hand, pointing to her temple, "The hairpin, I gave one to Jenna, there were two."

Really?

Sherilyn paused, raising her hand to touch her temple, indeed finding the hairpin there.

When had she put it on? Had Jenna put it there for her?

So, that's how it was. Unexpectedly, this was the reason...

Sherilyn let her hand drop, her lips curving into a mocking smile. Was this her downfall? After hiding for so long, to be exposed by something as trivial as a hairpin... Probably not.

After all, this was the last resort she had left for herself and Jenna...

Only as a last resort...

Yet, life is unpredictable, and here she was, pushed onto this path without warning!

On one hand, Sherilyn felt a sense of relief; on the other, a new weight of pressure descended.

What now?

She had imagined this moment countless times in her mind...

Yet, she remained composed.

"Aren't you going to ask who Jenna's

she knew how panicked

accept her, or not? Jenna's future depended solely on

hard for him to breathe or for his heart to

was three years

four years ago, minus the year of

parted, struggling to

...his child?

her gaze cool.

murmuring,

Jenna was

Jenna had

an eyebrow, "Doubtful? Then feel

"No!"

mouth dry, "I'm not doubting...

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was visibly anxious. "Why didn't you tell me back then?! Why

"Told you?"

Sherilyn's eyelashes fluttered,

into a

have the

en

didn't tell you. But did I even have the chance to

past was in the past, but that didn't mean it was forgotten! Nor did it mean it never

should I say you're forgetful or

again,

then let me remind