Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1220

Francis gave a nod and a wave. "It's late. Everyone head home."

"Good night, take care," came the reply.

Without another glance at his crew or a word to the drivers waiting by the other car, Francis ducked into Rebecca White's vehicle.

Sherilyn and Gilbert stood side by side, watching as the door closed and the car pulled away.

"Sherilyn." Gilbert looked down at the woman beside him. "Let's go."

Their driver had already circled around, pulling the car up to the curb.

Gilbert hurried ahead, opening the door for her. "After you."

"Thanks."

Sherilyn stepped forward slowly, her gaze lingering on Gilbert. Suddenly, she stopped and narrowed her eyes.

Francis and Gilbert-how alike they looked.

There was no blood between them, yet by some twist of fate, they shared the same sharp features, the same sly glint in their eyes, even the same streak of cruelty deep in their bones.

Like people joked online: brothers from different mothers.

"What's wrong?"

as Sherilyn

snapped out of it at the sound of his voice, shook her head, and managed a

Six in the morning.

had been getting up at this hour, quietly closing the bedroom door

She tossed back

opened the cabinet, took out a bottle labeled "conditioner," and tipped out half a

bed, but that tiny dose barely let her sleep for two or three hours.

warned her-no

half a pill every four hours. So after waking in the middle of the night, she'd just lain there, waiting for the

ready to swallow it dry-just

remembered there was half a bottle

the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed, unscrewed the cap, and

tilted back,

Click.

sharp metallic sound-the

"Pfft!"

up. The water in her mouth

choked and

"Cough-cough, cough..."

he gone? Why was he

"Sherilyn?"

for his watch-he owned plenty, but only one matched Sherilyn's. He hadn't expected to find her

you?" He hurried over, hand raised to pat her back.