Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

The words had barely left Gilbert’s mouth before he shocked himself!

It sounded like he thought Sherilyn was something special…

Since when did he start thinking no one was good enough for her?

How bizarre!

Feeling guilty, Gilbert’s Adam’s apple bobbed with a hard swallow, his mouth suddenly dry as he scrambled for words.

“I mean, are you really that desperate? Or just not picky, going for someone like him?”

Before Sherilyn could even react to his initial comment, she was hit with this barrage of

malice.

She paused, her clear, contrasting eyes fixed on him, a soft chuckle escaping her lips.

Tilting her chin up, she replied slowly, “You can insult me, but why go after Mr. Smith?”

Gilbert immediately regretted his words.

He had wanted to snap her out of it, not realizing how harsh he had been until it was too

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“What kind of person do I deserve, then?”

Sherilyn’s hands hung by her sides, fingers curling inward. “Like you said, I’m notorious around Sunhaven, a divorcee… and now, a whore. I’m indeed reaching too high aiming for

Mr. Smith.”

“That’s not what I meant!”

Gilbert was frustrated. He had actually meant that Ernest wasn’t good enough for her!

“Then what do you mean?”

Sherilyn’s lips curved into a colder smile.

“Mr. Gilbert, please, I’ve finally found Mr. Smith, and he’s willing to treat me well… Please, leave us be!”

After a deep look at him, she turned and ran.

“Sherilyn! Stop!” Gilbert called out in vexation.

But Sherilyn didn’t look back, rushing forward under the streetlights casting elongated shadows.

Gilbert massaged his forehead, exasperated. Sherilyn was more troublesome now than ever before!

16:11

Ernest hadn’t been back to the Neon Nights Bar since that night.

Sherilyn was outwardly calm but inwardly anxious. Could it be that he would never return? Ernest hadn’t shown up in person, but he reached out to her.

“Sherilyn, it’s me.”

“Mr. Smith.” A wave of emotions hit Sherilyn–joy, because he remembered her, and nerves, for exactly the same reason.

“When do you finish tonight?”

He knew her job was at night, but the end time varied based on the day’s performance.

“Tonight… I should finish early. Colin has me opening.”

“Great.” Ernest’s voice smiled. “It’s a bit late, but I’d like to have dinner with you. Would you like that?”

“Yes.” Sherilyn had no objections. “I’d like that.”

“See you tonight, then.”

“See you tonight.”

After hanging up, her phone buzzed immediately with a message from Ernest detailing the time and place.

After her performance, Sherilyn hurriedly excused herself from Colin and rushed to her date, unaware that she was being watched…

The rendezvous was at the Red Lobster Bistro.

Given Ernest’s sensitive status, he opted for a private room.

When Sherilyn arrived, Ernest was already waiting.

“Mr. Smith.”

Riding a bike–share and then jogging part of the way, Sherilyn was a bit out of breath. “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“Not at all.” Ernest stood, taking her hand. “Don’t mention it. It’s only right for a gentleman to wait for a lady.”

He helped her into her seat and handed her the menu.

“Take a look, what would you like?”

“Alright, thanks.”