Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



"Don't you dare!"

Sherilyn was seething, not doubting for a second that this man would follow through on his threats.

"Easy there." Gilbert smirked, "Hop in."

Cornered, Sherilyn furrowed her brows, stating defiantly, "Just so you know, things won't go your way this time!"

"That's for me to worry about." Gilbert raised an eyebrow, helping her into the car, "If you're not going to let me have my way, then don't bother."

He closed the door behind her, driving her to the set.

Thankfully, Gilbert kept his word and didn't accompany her. He was nowhere to be seen the entire day.

However, the attitude of everyone on set towards her had unmistakably shifted.

There was a mix of flattery and caution in their behavior towards her, not to mention the envy and jealousy.

Karol was the most obvious one.

"Sherilyn, here."

During a break, Karol came back with a bottle of water for Sherilyn.

"Thanks." Sherilyn had her own water, but accepted it anyway, "How much? I'll Venmo you."

"Don't worry about it." Karol waved her off, "It's just a bottle of water, practically nothing compared to the dinner at Crimson Table Mr. Johnson treated you to."

She sat down next to Sherilyn, her eyes darting around, "Mr. Johnson is really sweet on you. Is he picking you up today?"

Sherilyn paused, shaking her head, "No, he's not."

"Really? Is he tied up with some business dinner?"

Before Sherilyn could answer, her phone buzzed. It was a message from Edgar.

[Sherilyn, can we meet?]

Before she could respond, another message popped up, this time from Gilbert.

[Sherilyn, I'll pick you up after.]

Sherilyn frowned, not really wanting to see either of them.

Gilbert was a given, but as for Edgar, she felt there was no need for them to meet either.

But after seeing Gilbert's message, Sherilyn hesitated for a moment before replying to Edgar.

[Okay.]

Edgar quickly responded.

[I'll come to you.]

So, Sherilyn sent him the time and place.

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resolve, and for his sake, it was tit

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After the meeting ended, she left the set.

"Sherilyn!" Karol was excitedly

to

clinging to Sherilyn's arm, "It's Moet

Johnson! And you said he wouldn't come? Mr. Johnson really does treat you well."

Sherilyn frowned, looking in his direction.

Gilbert was standing by his car, waving at her.

Sherilyn looked away, spotting Edgar on the other side.

"Sherilyn!"

"Edgar."

Sherilyn nodded, walking towards him.

She could feel Gilbert's icy gaze piercing through her from behind...

"Sherilyn." Edgar noticed Gilbert too.

Seeing Sherilyn's reaction, it was clear they had broken up. Edgar smiled, opening the car door for her, "Hop in."

"Thanks."

Sherilyn smiled faintly, bending down to get into the car.

As they drove off, Sherilyn instinctively glanced at the rearview mirror. Her heart skipped a beat. Gilbert's sleek Bentley was following close behind.

Edgar noticed it too and asked, "Should we shake him off?"Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

"No need," Sherilyn shook her head, "Let him be."

"Alright," Edgar nodded, respecting her wishes, then added, "Just ignore him."

Sherilyn was taken aback.

Why would he say that? Did he know something?