Whispers Turn

Sherilyn managed to keep her face perfectly neutral, but inside, she was a bundle of nerves. She was terrified… terrified that Gilbert might suddenly lose it and cause a scene! 

But nothing happened. 

Gilbert, seemingly losing interest, apologized, “Oops, sorry, Mr. Smith, didn’t mean to barge in… I’ve actually got to run to another thing.” 

“Ah, sure thing.” 

Ernest, sweating bullets, hurriedly escorted him to the door. “Take care, Mr. Gilbert.” 

“Sure thing, Mr. Smith. You stay.” 

With a sudden turn, Gilbert left. 

The moment the door closed, Sherilyn let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully, no drama 

unfolded. 

“Sherilyn.” 

Ernest came back, pulling Sherilyn to sit down again. “About earlier…” 

He seemed a bit embarrassed, cautiously gauging her reaction. “I’m sorry, you know our… situation. It’s complicated.” 

Given his status. 

Being a divorced single man was one thing, but being linked with a cabaret dancer could spell trouble for his career. 

Sherilyn… was meant to be his secret. 

“Yeah.” 

Sherilyn nodded calmly, not showing any signs of upset. “I understand, no need to explain.” 

“That’s a relief.” 

Her understanding and compliance comforted Ernest, making him even more fond of her. He got a bit emotional, “Don’t worry, I know it’s not fair to you, but I’ll make it up in other ways.” 

He continued, “I’ve arranged a place for you, getting it refitted. Soon, you’ll move in.” 

That would be their ‘home‘, his hidden sanctuary. 

Sherilyn knew her place. “Yeah, whatever you think is best.” 

“And another thing.” 

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