Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



"Sherilyn's here!"

The crowd erupted into a frenzy, almost as if they were ready to burst through the glass wall that separated them.

Sherilyn smiled gently, her eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on Gilbert. He stood amidst the sea of fans, his palm pressed against the glass, lips moving silently.

Without a hint of hesitation, Sherilyn stepped forward and raised her right hand, aligning it perfectly with his through the glass.

Gilbert felt a jolt, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. His palm tingled with warmth, spreading like wildfire.

A grin broke across his face, reaching all the way to his ears. His heart soared-Sherilyn understood his feelings! She was responding to him!

In that moment, time seemed to hit the pause button.

Separated by glass, Gilbert gazed at her, mouthing, "I miss you."

Sherilyn, unable to decipher his words, responded with a smile, her lips forming, "I'm leaving now."

It felt like a slow-motion scene, though it all happened in a heartbeat...

Soon, she casually withdrew her hand, letting it glide across the glass as if she were greeting each fan individually. "Ahhh..."

"She touched my hand!"

"Mine too, mine too!"

"She's so nice!"

"You can see her so clearly! Her makeup is flawless! Natural beauty!"

"That's the brand she's endorsing!"

"I'm buying it! Buying it all!"

Amidst the fans' ecstatic screams, Gilbert was gradually pushed back, his view of Sherilyn growing distant. "Mr. Gilbert."

Charles tugged at his sleeve, "It's too chaotic here. Let's take another route."

"Alright."

With the help of security, Gilbert was guided out of the crowd.

"Mr. Nine, this way... leads directly to the event venue."

The event was on the first floor.

From his position on the second floor, Gilbert had a clear view of Sherilyn on the stage.

She moved gracefully, interacting with the host and the brand representatives, perfectly at ease with the day's proceedings.

Watching from above, a smile never left Gilbert's lips...

In a room full of people, Sherilyn was the most stunning. "Mr. Gilbert."

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"The dinner meeting tonight...?"

The dinner was scheduled with city officials. Canceling, or not attending, wouldn't be ideal.

"Yes, I understand."

Gilbert nodded, aware of the importance.

He sighed softly, "Let's get going."

Even as he said this, his gaze remained fixed on the woman below.

As if sensing his eyes on her, Sherilyn suddenly looked up, her eyes finding his across the distance.

Gilbert's heart leapt. He waved at her eagerly.

Sherilyn smiled softly, giving a subtle blink of acknowledgment.

"Sherilyn."

Gilbert mouthed her name, then lifted his right hand, pointing to his heart.

He brought his hands together, forming a heart shape over his chest.

Finally, he pointed directly at her...

Sherilyn's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't learned sign language, but anyone could guess the meaning.

He was saying... I love you...

Her heart raced wildly.

With cheeks warming, Sherilyn quickly diverted her gaze, no longer meeting his eyes.

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Gilbert sighed again, casting one last look at Sherilyn, then resolutely turned away.

"Let's go."

He took long strides, departing swiftly.

Charles followed, relieved to see him finally moving.

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