Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 671

"Absolutely."

Amidst idle chit-chat, Sherilyn phased out the surrounding noise, focusing on her meal with dedication. "Excuse me, may I sit here?"

She glanced up to find the young driver who had brought them here asking for the seat beside her.

"Of course," Sherilyn responded with a smile.

After all, the dinner was funded by the production team; seats were up for grabs by anyone.

"Thanks," the driver said shyly, taking his seat. "It's quite empty over here."

"Indeed."

Most folks preferred to hover around the director and producers, especially since today Gilbert had also made an appearance. Karol frowned and pouted at Sherilyn, "You could've sat by Mr. Marshall, but no, you chose here!"

"Isn't it nice here?"

Sherilyn offered her a smile, serving her some food, "It's quiet, and no one's fighting over the dishes. What's not to love?" "You," Karol sighed, as if lamenting Sherilyn's naivety, "never learn."

"Ahem."

The driver coughed lightly, nervously catching Sherilyn's attention.

"Sherilyn?"

"Yes?" She turned, puzzled, "What's up?"

"It's just..." The driver fidgeted, growing more anxious.

"What's wrong?"

...

hadn't strayed from Sherilyn since the driver took his

put any longer, setting down

He stood up abruptly.

to stop him but failed, watching

In the quiet corner.

The driver

hand and

finally stammered out,

could I

I you on

Wool

Shat?"

this really such

"Looks like he's

a bit too loud

The

a

a

turned an even of red. Sherilyn,

ssed herself, managed

"Sure."

was just Snapchat. They were colleagues after

his phone, "Shall I scan

took out her phone, Gilbert approached, eyeing

Karol spotted him first, quickly standing