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 the chase.

froze. He felt a cold sweat break out on his

think or make up an excuse. "I saw your car in the

was tight,

nicely-please just answer me

orthopedics,"

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

to keep up, still

just as the doors slid open.

He hurried over and grabbed her hand, glancing around nervously.

her face was unreadable. "Lead

go far-just to

It

trees behind the

and the little

Sherilyn said, fixing him with an unblinking stare and a little lift of her chin. "What

in

edics?"

her, struggling to find the right

hard to answer?" Sherilyn's

already had a guess.

her

me guess... Someone

keep from me,

Could it be.