Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 920

Sherilyn offered a brief smile before her gaze wandered over to where Gilbert was standing, engaged in conversation with Caleb Marshall and Blake. Catching her eye, he nodded with a smile and then made his way towards her. "Mr. Harrison, please, take a seat," Naomi said eagerly, pulling out a chair for him.

"Thank you," Gilbert replied politely, glancing at the script in Sherilyn's hand. "It's almost noon. How about we grab lunch together?"

Anticipating her refusal, he quickly added, "I've already spoken to Mr. Marshall and Blake, and they're on board."

Sherilyn couldn't help but snicker to herself. As if the directors would dare to refuse him. Yet, she shook her head, "No need, the crew has packed lunches. It would be a waste..." "Sherilyn, sis!" Naomi whispered, "I haven't picked up a packed lunch yet. It won't go to waste."

Sherilyn: ...

Such a 'little piggy'!

Gilbert's lips curved into a smile, "Looks like there are no packed lunches left. You'll just have to suffer through lunch with me."

Eventually, the two found themselves at a local diner known for its homestyle cooking.

Settled into a booth, Gilbert began sterilizing their utensils, "Not sure about the food here, but the ingredients are fresh."

Sherilyn, sipping water, watched him with a casual intensity.

"What's up?" Gilbert asked, touching his face, "Do I have something on my face?"

lips pressing together before she asked, "How well do you know Karol?" "Karol?"

"Not well?"

with amusement, "Then how did she end up in

statement, not a

sudden to ignore. The original second lead actress dropped out, and

promoting her?" Sherilyn didn't hold back, her words firing off like

"I've seen it."

left no room for escape, "She has your number, you've messaged

her lips, her gaze

Nine, you're not someone

with anyone. If you

just chats w there'

believe that? Ah..." Conto

nothing going on,

occurred to her,

Did my assistant get it wrong? Should we call Karol

Gilbert panicked, reaching across the table to

"Let me explain..."

"Hmm."

you're involved with isn't my business, but

stood up, breaking free