Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 407

"Sherilyn?"

Before him, Sherilyn looked on the verge of tears, her eyes welled up with a mixture of hurt and disappointment.

Clearly, she cared. Deeply.

At the end of the day, it was his fault. He had broken her heart.

After all, which girl could stand indifferent when her boyfriend defends another woman?

Sherilyn's anger, her threat to break up, it all stemmed from her care for him.

Now, these truths were crystal clear to him, yet why had he been so blind at the moment?

Gilbert suddenly stood up, closed the gap between them in one stride, and knelt on one knee in front of Sherilyn, gently taking her hands in his.

"I promise, whatever you ask, I promise!"

Then came his sincere admission of guilt, "I was wrong, I handled things poorly. You have every right to be angry. Have I been in the doghouse long enough for you to cool down? If not, let me make it up to you. Tell me, how can I make you feel better?"

Hmph.

Sherilyn scoffed coldly, mistaking his earnestness for something less. She wasn't in the mood for hollow words.

Looking him straight in the eyes, she declared, "Gilbert, it was you who insisted on getting back together. Let me be clear, you know I have a fiery temper."

"This is who I am. If I turn your life upside down, making it a rollercoaster ride... don't say I didn't warn you."

"Really?" Gilbert chuckled, that carefree smile playing on his lips. "Worrying about me again?"

He gently squeezed her hands, "Don't worry. As long as we don't break up, I can handle any storm you throw at me!"

Sherilyn clenched her teeth, unable to hold back, "I'm not joking. Are you a glutton for punishment? Wouldn't a docile, obedient girlfriend make life easier for you?"

"Where's the fun in that?"

Gilbert raised an eyebrow, his eyes sparkling with amusement, "I'm looking for a partner, not a subordinate. Why would I want someone who just nods along?"

Sherilyn found herself at a loss for words.

Well then, Mr. Gilbert, remember your words. You better stand firm and have no regrets.

She had put so much effort into this performance, into stirring emotions. He'd better not let her down in the future.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Police Station.

Rebecca had been awake since the crack of dawn.

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The past few days had been a whirlwind, getting caught up in this mess and ending up in and out of jail. Dwas a lot for a young girl to handle.

She couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, looking more haggard and thin by the day.

"Rebecca." Her name broke through the silence, startling her.

Lifting her head, her eyes bloodshot. "Yes, officer?" She stood promptly as the cell door swung open.

"You can come out now."

"Oh." Rebecca's spirit was low, "Is this for questioning?"

"No."

There was a female officer at the door, waiting for her.

"Follow this officer; she'll help you with the paperwork. Once that's done, you're free to go."

What? She was free to leave?

The officer offered a reassuring smile, saying, "Please, follow me."

"Thank you, officer."

Following the officer, Rebecca completed the necessary paperwork, signed off, and reclaimed her personal items.

"All set, you're free to go."

"Thank you, thank you so much."

Grateful, Rebecca stepped out of the jail into the welcoming sunlight. She paused to take a deep breath, then reached for her phone to calb Sherilyn.

Sherilyn was in Gilbert's sleek Bentley, noticing Rebecca's call. She glanced at the man beside here noting his efficiency.

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They had just settled their differences, and already Rebecca was released.

Rushing to answer, Sherilyn greeted, "Hello, Rebecca."

"Sherilyn!" Rebecca's voice broke with emotion, unable to contain her relief, "I'm out! Thank you so much!"