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

she was getting out, Sherilyn tripped and nearly fell

"Careful!"

reached out, catching her

a bit shaken, thanked him with a smile, "Thanks a

The young man smiling back at her was none other than the

followed, supporting her, "Be careful, why

just grinned, "Let's head

"Let's go."

Who was that

noticed Gilbert's gaze, "What

averted his gaze, shaking his

"Then let's go inside."

they found themselves in an open hall w with over

furrowed, scanned the

"Gilbert."

MS

her hand in front of his face,

in a direction, she said, "Mr. Marshall is

away, followed

sitting, Gilbert