Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 317

After settling back into Sunhaven, Sherilyn spent a couple of days making sure Jenna was comfortable and well taken care of.

Sophia, the caregiver she hired, was already proving to be a perfect fit. In her early forties with an athletic build, Sophia was the epitome of attentiveness and gentleness. Jenna took to her immediately, much to Sherilyn's relief.

Then, Sherilyn got a call from William.

William had been instrumental in finding a specialist for Jenna. "I've recommended a colleague of mine to you. I've briefed him about Jenna's situation. You can trust him to take good care of her."

Sherilyn was immensely grateful. "Thank you so much, William."

"It's the least I could do," William replied, his voice warm with empathy. "And remember, if you need anything at all, don't hesitate to call me. I'm here to help."

"Thank you," Sherilyn repeated, her heart full.

After a pause, William touched on a delicate subject. "And have you been in touch with Jenna's father? Honestly, having another child might be the safest option. Jenna is still young, and a sibling could significantly increase her chances of a full recovery. She could grow up just like any other kid...” Sherilyn had heard this advice before but had always dismissed it.

"It's just a suggestion, but it's the safest and most secure option," William added gently.

Sherilyn remained silent for a long moment before finally responding, "I understand. Thank you."

With Jenna settled, it was time for Sherilyn to dive back into her work.

After the incident at Crestwood, Sherilyn had quickly become an indispensable member of the troupe, her schedule packed with performances.

One evening, while she was prepping in her dressing room, the stagehands burst in, each carrying a basket of flowers and all smiles. "Sherilyn, where should we put these?"

Their question meant one thing: the flowers were all for her.

"Just over there, in the corner. All these are for me?" Sherilyn asked, though receiving flowers wasn't out of the ordinary in their line of work, today seemed excessive.

"Yep," one of the stagehands chuckled. "They're all from Mr. Gilbert. Guess he couldn't decide on your favorite, so he sent a bit of everything. Makes for quite the collection, huh?"

Mr. Gilbert? Sherilyn paused, Gilbert was back?

She had seen his last message, of course. And he had made quite the entrance upon his return...

Choosing to focus on her performance rather than the flowers, Sherilyn took to the stage.

After the show, she checked her phone to find a message from Gilbert.

[I'm back. Can we meet tonight?]

Sherilyn read it, unfazed, and without a reply, she began to change out of her costume.

As she approached the exit, a man suddenly blocked her path.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

"Ms. Gomez..." he began, visibly nervous.

Sherilyn, taken aback, placed a hand over her heart, "Oh! You startled me. Can I help you?"

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businessman in his mid-thirties but clearly out of his element. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's okay," Sherilyn said with a gentle smile, "I just didn't see you there. What can I do for you?”

The man nodded. "I've seen your performances a few times. You're... you're really good."

A fan, perhaps?

"Thank you for the support," Sherilyn replied, still smiling.

"Actually, I was wondering if you might have time for a coffee?" he asked, his nervousness peaking.

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