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?"

brow furrowed as

at the sound of his voice, shook her head, and

Six in the morning.

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

Sherilyn's eyes flew open. She tossed back the comforter and

opened the cabinet, took out a bottle labeled "conditioner,"

pill before bed, but that tiny dose barely let her sleep for two

warned her-no

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

the half-tablet, she was ready to swallow

half a

the edge of the bed, unscrewed the

back, she

Click.

sound-the door swung

"Pfft!"

head up. The

she choked and

"Cough-cough, cough..."

Wasn't he gone? Why was

"Sherilyn?"

but only one matched Sherilyn's. He hadn't expected to find her up, let

over, hand raised to pat her back. "Here, let