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?"

she replied, cutting straight to

felt a cold sweat

him time to think or make up an excuse.

was tight, her tone

asking nicely-please just answer

in orthopedics," Gilbert finally

and hung up. Without another word, she slipped her phone

to keep up, still

as the doors slid open. Gilbert stepped out, nearly running

hand, glancing around nervously. "Can we talk somewhere

didn't resist, but her face

far-just to a

It

behind

early morning, most patients were inside, and

with an unblinking stare and a little lift

in

edics?"

struggling to find the

hard to answer?" Sherilyn's lips twisted

already had a guess.

her

guess... Someone

to keep from

orthopedics... Could it be. voice trailed