Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 125

Chapter 125

Why are you staring at me like that?”

Sherilyn gestured towards the items he brought

“Grandma sent me,” Gilbert coughed slightly, feeling a bit uneasy. “Ahem… What did you think, that I’d want to come to this dump? There’s not even a decent place to stand!”

As he said this, he barged in, flopping down onto the couch with abandon. He casually grabbed a glass of water from the table and gulped it down.

Sherilyn wanted to stop him, but it was too late. He had already drunk from her glass. When he put the glass down, Gilbert realized what he had done, but he didn’t think he was in the wrong. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Instead, he pointed at Sherilyn, saying, “There’s no other glass. What do you expect me to drink? Surely, you can’t expect me to come all this way and not even offer me water?”

Sherilyn looked down, not saying a word.

“You…” Gilbert was about to say more when there was another knock at the door. Both of them looked up, slightly puzzled about who it could be. Sherilyn went to open the door and was surprised to find Ernest standing there.

She opened her mouth, her voice as raspy as an old bellows. “Er… Mr…”

“Sherilyn,” Ernest gave a dry smile, noticing the plaster on her neck, and his expression darkened. “I’m sorry you got hurt.”

Sherilyn touched her neck, shaking her head slightly. She stepped aside, trying to invite

Ernest in.

“No need.” Ernest refused. He understood her gesture, smiling as he shook his head. “I won’t come in. I just have a few words, then I’ll leave.”

“Okay.” Sherilyn nodded blankly. She had a rough idea of what he was going to say. Their affair was supposed to be a secret, but now his children knew and had made a scene… This time it was his daughter, and if they were to continue, he also had a son.

“Sherilyn, I’m sorry.” Ernest’s voice was a bit hoarse. “Our affair… let’s put it on hold for

now.”

As expected.

Sherilyn paused for a moment, her eyelashes trembling slightly as she nodded. “Okay.”

In truth, he didn’t need to come all the way to tell her this; their relationship didn’t owe any apologies. Although he couldn’t be her benefactor, Sherilyn still admired and respected Ernest. Just like he respected her.

16:14

Sherlyn Coveted her neck, trying to speak its okay, don’t tune youself?

Ernest looked at her deeply, realizing he still couldn’t let her go. So, he tried, “What if you wait for me? Once this storm in my family passes, we could..

While this now?

Unexpectedly, Gilbert came out from inside. Tall and imposing, he stood a head taller than Ernest, carrying an aura of dominance. Even without speaking, his presence was undeniable.

Then, Ernest saw Gilbert’s face clearly, Ernest was shocked, disbelieving. “Mr… Mr. Gilbert?”

“Yep.” Gilbert nodded slightly, a polite yet restrained smile on his lips. “Mr. Smith, we meet again.”

“You… she…”

Ernest looked from Gilbert to Sherilyn. “You two?”

How could Gilbert be here? He had heard rumors at the Neon Nights Bar that Gilbert had once favored Sherilyn. So, this meant he was back in the picture?

What Ernest thought, Gilbert didn’t know or care to know. He pulled out a bag from his pocket, tossing it towards Ernest,

“You came just in time, here’s your stuff back!”

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