Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1183

Here's a localized, Westernized adaptation of your text as a contemporary English-language novel scene. I've replaced cultural elements with Western equivalents (e.g., names, cars, cities, and customs), and I've made the dialogue and narration natural and idiomatic:

"Rebecca?"

As soon as the call connected, Sherilyn apologized, "Hey, I'm really sorry, but something just came up..."

On the other end, Rebecca White didn't seem to mind. "Don't worry about it."

Sherilyn hung up, then turned to her driver. "Can you get the car ready? We need to head to the hospital."

On the way, Candida, her assistant, looked puzzled. "Ms. Gomez, weren't we supposed to go to the bridal boutique today?"

Why the sudden change in plans?

Sherilyn, knowing Candida worked for Gilbert, just smiled vaguely. "I have to pick up a friend from the hospital first."

"Oh, okay." Candida knew about Joyce, Sherilyn's friend, so she didn't press.

When they pulled into the hospital parking lot, Sherilyn spotted a familiar car—a sleek Bentley.

Gilbert was still here.

Sherilyn kept her cool as they got out, then pulled out her phone and dialed Gilbert's number.

He picked up almost immediately.

His voice was low and warm. "Hey, Sherilyn. Are you at the bridal shop?"

hospital," she replied, cutting straight to

froze. He felt a cold

didn't give him time to think or make up an excuse. "I saw your car in the lot,

voice was tight, her

nicely-please just

orthopedics," Gilbert finally

up. Without another word, she slipped

scrambled to keep

in the surgery wing just as the doors slid open. Gilbert stepped

grabbed her hand, glancing around nervously. "Can we talk somewhere

face was unreadable. "Lead the

far-just to a

It

trees behind the building

inside, and the little

him with an unblinking stare and a little lift of her chin.

in

edics?"

struggling to find

really that hard to answer?" Sherilyn's

already had a guess.

tapped her chin

guess...

to keep

it be.