Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Look, the one eager to see her was him.

And the one sneaking around, afraid of getting caught, was also him!

Sherilyn arrived ten minutes earlier than the time they’d agreed upon. The club was members–only, and she had to give the man’s name before the staff would let her in.

“Right this way, please.”

“Thanks.”

Sherilyn, with her bag slung over her shoulder, followed the staff member inside.

The lighting inside was dim, and since it was her first visit, even with a staff member guiding her, she felt a bit out of place.

As they walked down the corridor, suddenly, a door swung open and a man stepped out. And just like that, they bumped into each other.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Sherilyn instinctively apologized.

“It’s no big…”

The man started to say but stopped as soon as he saw who it was. Gilbert, phone in hand, had a look of shock.

“Sherilyn?”

Sherilyn was startled. Why was it him?

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

The lighting was poor, but even so, one could sense the immediate darkening of the man’s expression.

Sherilyn found it amusing, “What’s the matter? You can come here and I can’t? Is it a crime for me to be here?”

“Sherilyn!”

“It’s none of your business.” Sherilyn had no time for this. “I’ve got someone waiting for me. I need to go.”

The staff member who was leading her was still waiting.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Sherilyn said as she hurried to catch up.

“No worries, take your time.”

As Sherilyn disappeared around a corner with the staff member, Gilbert pocketed his

phone, his fist clenched.

Not his business? Fine, it won’t be!

Why was he always poking his nose into other people’s matters?

Back in his booth, Gilbert was restless. Yates and Derek noticed.

“What’s got into you?”

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They had been teasing him about Caroline for ages, and Gilbert never took it to heart, sometimes not even listening.

He asked them, “What do you think a girl is doing coming here?”

“What?” Yates and Derek exchanged glances.

Some came here for business, like them. But many were here for secret rendezvous. Because the privacy here was excellent.

Gilbert frowned, muttering, “A dancer?”

Derek laughed. “What else would she be doing here? Mr. Gilbert, don’t tell me you didn’t know about this?”

Yates gave Derek a look, and Derek got the hint. Gilbert had been seeing a dancer recently,

hadn’t he?

But that had cooled off recently.

“Ah, the one you were supporting, she’s come here?”

“What else would she be doing? If Mr. Gilbert isn’t sponsoring her, she’s got to let others… Those from places like the Neon Nights Bar, they all end up the same…”

Gilbert remembered Sherilyn saying she had someone to meet? She couldn’t possibly be here for business!

Suddenly, he stood up.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?”

“To get her out!”

He must get her out!

Sherilyn dared to come here, wasn’t it enough that she sold herself at Neon Nights Bar? They hadn’t even signed the divorce papers, and she dared to sell herself here?

If he didn’t get her out, would he just wait until he became the laughing stock?

Yates and Derek looked at each other and stood up to follow him.

At the front desk.

“Mr. Gilbert.” The receptionist looked troubled. “Please don’t make things tough for us. You know we can’t disclose our guests‘ information. If I say anything, I could lose my job.”

But it was more than that. The future of the club could be at stake.

The secrets kept here were not small. If even a bit got out, the trust would be broken.