Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Back on Twilight Trail, at the crossroads, Sherilyn spotted that familiar sleek black Bentley parked conspicuously.

In such a quaint neighborhood, a luxury car like that stuck out like a sore thumb–impossible to ignore.

Especially with David leaning against the door, seemingly waiting just for her.

And indeed, he was. “Ms. Sherilyn!” He waved her over.

“David.” Sherilyn approached with a puzzled look. “Is something the matter? Did Sylvia send for me?”

“No.”

David gestured towards the car, his expression complicated.

At that moment, the window rolled down to reveal Gilbert, his face a paragon of handsomeness, looking impeccably cool.

His eyes narrowed, his voice icy, “Get in.”

Sherilyn, gripped by fear, clutched at David, “David, he means you!”

David gave a wry smile. “Ms. Sherilyn, don’t joke. Why would Mr. Gilbert wait out here in the middle of the night for an old man like me?”

Sherilyn was speechless.

Alright, it seemed he meant her.

With a frown, Sherilyn steeled herself, opened the rear door, and ducked inside. She sat upright, hands on her knees, barely daring to breathe.

“Where have you been? Coming back at this hour?”

Gilbert glanced at his watch, trying to sound casual. “The show ended at eleven, and now it’s past midnight.”

She thought, he knew everything.

Sherilyn turned to face him, retorting, “Don’t you already know?”

“I want you to say it!”

13:01

Out of the blue, Gilbert’s voice sharpened, his long, defined fingers lifted her chin. He leaned closer, his stunning features inches from her face.

Suddenly softening his tone, “Where did you go? Who were you with? What did you do?”

Sherilyn froze, not daring to move.

This man had a presence too compelling, his silhouette cut sharply by the dim light, a silent noble that could turn the world upside down.

And once, she was part of that world…. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Taking a deep breath, Sherilyn slowly said, “I was with Edgar, down at the promenade, eating burgers.”

“Burgers?”

Gilbert lifted his eyelids, his eyes giving nothing away as he gently stroked her chin.

“What kind? Good?”

What kind of question was that?

Sherilyn, surprised, simply nodded, “Beef burgers. They were… okay. Pretty good, actually…”

The car fell into sudden silence.

After a tense few seconds, Sherilyn, feeling awkward, tried to push him away, “If there’s nothing else, I should be going now… ah…”

His eyes were icy, his lips curling into a faint smile.

“Sherilyn, withdraw the divorce papers, cancel the divorce application! Come back to me!”

The shock was too much, too terrifying!

Everything Sherilyn had faced in life, all her trials combined, paled in

comparison to this moment!

Her body trembled uncontrollably as she clenched her hands, trying to quell

the fear.

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13:02

“What did you say?”

Or had she heard wrong?

“Not clear? Okay, I’ll say it again.”

Gilbert stared at her face, his expression a mix of amusement and

seriousness.

“You need a man, right? Someone to take care of you. So, how about… you come back to me? Hmm?”

His hand moved from her chin to caress her face. “It’s too late tonight. Tomorrow, we’ll go see Grandma and tell her everything…”

His voice was gentle, his words flowing endlessly, in stark contrast to the tension of the moment.