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

the sound of his voice, shook her head, and

Six in the morning.

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

open. She tossed back the comforter and headed

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

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

warned her-no

in the middle of the night, she'd just lain

she was ready to swallow

she suddenly remembered there was half

the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed, unscrewed the cap, and washed down the pill with

tilted back, she

Click.

sound-the door swung

"Pfft!"

up. The water

choked

"Cough-cough, cough..."

he gone? Why was

"Sherilyn?"

one matched Sherilyn's. He hadn't expected to find her up, let alone mid-sip and

over, hand