Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Don't you dare!"

Sherilyn was seething, not doubting for a second that this man would follow through on his threats.

"Easy there." Gilbert smirked, "Hop in."

Cornered, Sherilyn furrowed her brows, stating defiantly, "Just so you know, things won't go your way this time!"

"That's for me to worry about." Gilbert raised an eyebrow, helping her into the car, "If you're not going to let me have my way, then don't bother."

He closed the door behind her, driving her to the set.

Thankfully, Gilbert kept his word and didn't accompany her. He was nowhere to be seen the entire day.

However, the attitude of everyone on set towards her had unmistakably shifted.

There was a mix of flattery and caution in their behavior towards her, not to mention the envy and jealousy.

Karol was the most obvious one.

"Sherilyn, here."

During a break, Karol came back with a bottle of water for Sherilyn.

"Thanks." Sherilyn had her own water, but accepted it anyway, "How much? I'll Venmo you."

"Don't worry about it." Karol waved her off, "It's just a bottle of water, practically nothing compared to the dinner at Crimson Table Mr. Johnson treated you to."

eyes darting around, "Mr. Johnson is really sweet on you. Is he

paused, shaking her head,

he tied up with

could answer, her phone buzzed. It

[Sherilyn, can we meet?]

could respond, another message popped up, this time

I'll pick

not really wanting to see

she felt

message, Sherilyn hesitated for a moment

[Okay.]

Edgar quickly responded.

[I'll come to you.]

sent him the time and

it was for the best.

remed to

some issues to and for

time

clear the air. Content

ended, she left the

Sherilyn's arm, "It's Mr Johnson! And you said he wouldn't come? Mr. Johnson really does treat

frowned, looking

standing by his car, waving at

Edgar on the other