Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1101

"What's going on here?"

Sherilyn looked at Gilbert, puzzled. "Do you two know each other?"

"Not exactly," Gilbert replied with a shrug.

"That's right," Joyce chimed in with a smile. "I ran into a bit of trouble in the garage earlier, and Mr. Harrison here was kind enough to lend a hand."

She proceeded to recount the incident in the garage.

"Ah, I see," Sherilyn said with a smile, giving Gilbert an approving glance. "Good job."

Gilbert raised an eyebrow, leaning in closer to her ear. "And what about a reward?"

They were in that blissful, lovestruck phase where she could practically read his mind. A closed door and a little privacy was all he was hinting at.

Sherilyn playfully pinched his arm and scolded, "Isn't that just part of being a decent person?"

Joyce watched them with a quiet amusement, not interrupting their banter.

"Joyce, come on over," Sherilyn said, linking arms with her friend. "Let's sit down. We've picked out some options for dinner, but we were waiting for you to make the final decision."

in forever. Even if it were

as they

meal, Sherilyn made sure her friend was comfortable. "Joyce, try

"Sure," Joyce replied eagerly.

mid-meal. He glanced at Sherilyn. "I need to step out for a

"Go ahead," she nodded.

he was gone, Joyce turned to Sherilyn with a knowing smile. "It's obvious

"Obvious, huh?"

confirmed with a nod. "The way he looks at you... it's like you're the only person in the

toast, "a man who would help a stranger must have a

"To your happiness, Sherilyn."

her glass with Joyce's, grinning. "I'm working

Haven, with everyone preparing for Naylor and

on set, Sherilyn would return home to find the butler from the main house waiting to consult her about

of Blue Haven, Sherilyn couldn't help but take

the day of the event, Sherilyn had taken a day off from the production to oversee the arrangements from early morning. Even though

limited to close family and friends, keeping things somewhat manageable. This event was just the beginning, she reckoned, of many such gatherings in the

home, changed into something more formal, and

to the butler when she noticed