Whispers Turn

Chapter 107 

Just when Sherilyn was about to give up hope, the Iron door swung open once more. 

“Sherilyn.” 

She jerked her head up. 

“Your family’s here, come on out.” 

Her heart leaped into her throat as she stumbled to her feet, her hands clenched into fists. Tears threatened to spill over. 

There was Gilbert, lounging in a chair with the ease of a king in his domain, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched Sherilyn approach. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

“Seems like you’ve got a thing for police stations, huh? Haven’t been back long and here you are, for the second time.” 

Ignoring his jab, Sherilyn stopped in front of him, her gaze lowered. 

“Oh?” 

Gilbert raised an eyebrow, his fingers idly tapping on the desktop. “You called me here to play charades? You think I’ve got nothing better to do?” 

Taking a deep breath, Sherilyn lifted her gaze to meet his, her voice a whisper, “No.” 

“What?” Gilbert paused, an amused look taking over. “No what? You’re not making any 

sense.” 

She knew he was doing it on purpose. 

Why was he acting like this? Could it be that he cared? 

Impossible. Not in this lifetime, nor the next. 

Maybe it was because they were technically still married? Though, that reason hardly held water–their marriage had been over in all but name for the past four years. 

But he wanted an explanation, and for the sake of her freedom, she would give it. 

Her brows furrowed, she spoke slowly but clearly, “My answer is–I haven’t… 

“What?” Gilbert wouldn’t let her off the hook. 

He suddenly stood, leaning in as if to intimidate her, his breath tickling her skin. 

“Tell me, 

what do you mean?” 

“I haven’t…” Sherilyn bit her lip, fighting the shame. “I haven’t slept with any other man!” 

Was he satisfied now? 

10:35 

“Oh.” Gilbert’s tone shifted from mock surprise to seriousness, “You’re not lying to me?: 

Sherilyn, taken aback, shook her head, “No, I’m not lying.” 

With a barely audible scoff, Gilbert’s hand shot out, his fingers gripping her chin, causing her to tremble slightly. 

He paid it no mind, warning her, “You said it, and I’ll believe you! But if I find out you’ve lied to me, you better think about the consequences!” 

“I haven’t!” Sherilyn’s voice was firm despite the chill running down her spine, “I’m not lying.” 

“Good.” Then, as quickly as he had grabbed her, Gilbert released her. “Let’s go.” 

Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked ahead. 

Behind him, Sherilyn let out a sigh of relief, her hand to her chest. 

“Hurry up!” 

“Coming!” 

Outside, Gilbert flung open the passenger door, glaring at Sherilyn as she made her way to the backseat. 

“Front seat. Now!” 

“But I-” 

“What do you mean ‘but‘?” Gilbert’s impatience was palpable, “You think I’m your chauffeur? Are you even worth that?” 

Sherilyn frowned, saying, “That’s not what I meant.” 

“Then sit in the front!” 

“Okay.” 

Left with no other choice, Sherilyn complied. Gilbert didn’t bring a driver and was driving himself. Sitting in the passenger seat, she felt uneasy. 

“What are you thinking about?” Out of the blue, Gilbert glanced at her. “There’s a bag in the back, grab it.” 

“What’s in it?” 

“Why don’t you grab it and find out? Stop asking so many questions!” 

“Okay.” 

Reluctantly, Sherilyn turned around, reaching for the bag on the backseat. Opening it, 

she