Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1250

"I want to smell!"

Before her brother could react, Joyce had already leaned in, scrunching up her nose. "Wow, that's strong! You reek of smoke."

She quickly explained, "Sherilyn's sensitive to cigarette smoke. She really can't stand the smell."

That, by the way, was why she'd never allowed Gilbert to smoke in the house.

Nanson looked embarrassed, glancing apologetically at Sherilyn. "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to... Are you okay? Do you need to see a doctor or anything?" "No, I'm fine."

Sherilyn smiled and shook her head; she'd already recovered.

"Don't listen to Joyce exaggerate. I am a bit sensitive, but it's not that bad-I'm alright now."

Seeing she'd stopped coughing, Nanson finally relaxed. "Sorry again. I'll be more careful from now on."

When they left the lounge, Nanson offered to give Sherilyn a ride.

"That's alright," she replied with a warm smile. "My friend's waiting for me in the car."

She meant Candida.

"Alright then," Nanson didn't insist. "Let Joyce know when you get home, okay?"

"Will do. Bye, Nanson. Bye, Joyce."

"Bye!" Joyce waved.

Sherilyn turned and headed across the street.

Joyce said, looping her arm through Nanson's as they waited for the valet to bring the car around. "Look out for Sherilyn when you can, okay? She's got it tough, raising her daughter on her own. I don't

"Don't worry."

furrowing slightly. "So... her

knew- the Harrison family's new heir was supposed to reunite with his ex-wife,

as

I don't doubt that, but he's got way too much baggage. Anyway, I'm with Sherilyn-she should do whatever makes her happy." Life's too short-barely thirty thousand days. You have to live the way you

of that's the point.

agreement. "You're right." Later

down his briefcase, headed to his

file Sherilyn had

him

locked it away in the safe,

in his

dimming for

a beat of silence, he put

in

the

fist, and tossed it into

At Starfall Drive.

driveway and

ahead inside," Candida said. "I'll take the car

request, Candida had stopped calling her

"Alright. Thanks."

and closed the door behind

drove off, and Sherilyn turned to

and ran back to the front