Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



What to do?

As soon as she left, he found himself missing her already.

Turning around, he headed back.

Back to Sherilyn's room.

Even though she wasn't there, the scent of her lingered, and it was only with that familiar fragrance that he could find peaceful sleep.

The next morning, Gilbert was up early. He took care of his own tasks before heading upstairs to wake up Jenna.

He helped his daughter get dressed and then assisted her with brushing her teeth.

By now, he'd mastered the art of handling these little everyday tasks for his daughter. Only after sharing breakfast with Jenna did he leave Blue Haven and head to the office.

The day was a blur of activity, much like any other day.

At four in the afternoon, he finally caught a moment to breathe.

Leaning back on the couch, Gilbert closed his eyes for a quick rest and asked Charles, who stood nearby, "What's next on the schedule?"

"Mr. Gilbert, you could take a short nap," Charles replied, checking the itinerary and recalling Sherilyn's instructions to ensure Gilbert didn't tire himself out. "There's nothing pressing for now. There's a dinner at seven."

Hearing this, Gilbert's eyes snapped open.

That meant he had a three-hour window.

He suddenly stood up. "Tell the driver to bring the car around."

"Uh?" Charles was momentarily stunned. "Where are you headed?"

"Going to Ironforge," Gilbert tossed over his shoulder as he left the executive suite.

And with that, the entourage hurriedly made their way to Ironforge.

Ironforge was just next to Sunhaven, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, it was about an hour's drive.

"Step on it," Gilbert instructed the driver as they sped off.

He missed Sherilyn terribly!

Going from abundance to scarcity was easy, but the reverse was hard-a lesson he was learning all too well.

Since Sherilyn had moved to Blue Haven, they'd been seeing each other daily, and lately, they'd been sharing a bed every night!

He couldn't handle being apart from her for more than 24 hours...

On the way, Charles contacted Candida.

As the car entered Ironforge's city limits, they headed straight for the venue of the brand's event.

In the dressing room, Sherilyn had just finished her makeup.

"Ms. Gomez," Candida approached and whispered in her ear, "Mr. Nine is here."

"What?" Sherilyn was startled, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Did he say why?" she asked.

"No," Candida shook her head. "Mr. Charles just mentioned that Mr. Nine is here, waiting outside." "Oh."

With no further information, Sherilyn let it go.

"Sherilyn!" Naomi entered the room. "The brand reps say it's time to head out."

"Alright."

Sherilyn nodded, gathered her dress,

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Candida and Naomi as they left the

At the door, two other bodyguards joined them.

Walking through the long corridor,

the outside wall was a transer met Sling the crowd of fans

glass,

outside.

"Sherilyn's here!"

"Sherilyn! Over here!"

"Wow! She's even more stunning in person than on TV..."

Sherilyn smiled graciously at her enthusiastic fans, occasionally waving.

Suddenly, among the sea of fans, she spotted Gilbert standing tall.

Gilbert had just stepped out of the car, intending to come inside, but was caught in the throng of fans.

Charles and the bodyguards were trying to pull him through.

"Excuse us, please..."

But Gilbert had stopped in his tracks, for he too had seen Sherilyn.

Their eyes met, and Gilbert broke

into a

e grin, his teeth gleamine

He lifted his hand, pressing his palm against the glass wall.

He gave a gentle tap.

"Sherilyn! Sherilyn!"

The glass was transparent but soundproof.noveldrama

They could see each other, but not hear.

Sherilyn focused on his lips, and then, gathering her dress, she ran towards him.