Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Sherilyn frowned, not really in the mood to head over.

"Sherilyn!" Karol, however, was bursting with excitement as she grabbed her, "Mr. Johnson is calling you, come on, let's hop into Mr. Johnson's ride!" Half-dragged by her, Sherilyn made her way towards the sleek Bentley.

"Gilbert."

Just then, Caroline emerged, already changed out of her period costume, walking straight towards Gilbert with a light smile.

"Sorry, did you wait long? My bad, period costumes are a bit of a hassle to take off."

As she spoke, she made her way to the passenger side, effortlessly opening the door and sliding in.

Sherilyn stopped in her tracks.

"What's going on?" Karol frowned, muttering discontentedly, "Wasn't Mr. Johnson here for you? How come Caroline got in the car?"

Sherilyn simply smiled, nonchalantly, "Guess the Bentley's off the table. We might as well take the crew's van, or we'll end up hailing a cab." Right there, a crew van was parked.

Sherilyn approached, "Hey, can we get a lift?"

"Of course." The driver, a young guy in his early twenties, blushed seeing such a beautiful girl asking. He stumbled over his words, "P-please, get in." "Thanks." Sherilyn smiled at him, then turned to call Karol, "Karol, over here! Let's go!"

"Eh, alright."

not too far from the crew's location. They

was getting out, Sherilyn tripped and nearly fell out of the

"Careful!"

reached out, catching her in

shaken, thanked him with

young man smiling back at her was none other than

her, "Be careful, why rush out

grinned,

"Let's go."

this scene. Who was that guy

descending from the car, noticed Gilbert's gaze, "What are

Gilbert averted his gaze, shaking his

"Then let's go inside."

open hall w with over

brows furrowed, scanned the h for

"Gilbert."

MS

front of his face, chuckling, "You seem out of

a direction, she said, "Mr. Marshall is

pulling his gaze away, followed her to

sitting, Gilbert spotted