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 Sherilyn froze without

sound of his voice, shook her head, and

Six in the morning.

now, Gilbert had been getting up at this hour, quietly closing the

lock clicked softly, Sherilyn's eyes flew open. She tossed back

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

pill before bed, but that tiny dose barely let her

had warned her-no

middle of the

half-tablet, she was ready to swallow it dry-just

there was half a bottle of water

turned and walked back into the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed, unscrewed

tilted back,

Click.

metallic sound-the door

"Pfft!"

head up. The water

choked and coughed

"Cough-cough, cough..."

he gone? Why was he

"Sherilyn?"

owned plenty, but only one matched Sherilyn's. He hadn't

hurried over, hand raised to pat her