Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



After finishing her coffee, Sherilyn glanced at her watch.

"I've got a meeting this afternoon. Time to head out."

"Okay."

Sherilyn stood still, watching him get into his car and speed away.

Suddenly, she felt a bit dazed.

This thoughtful and considerate Mr. Gilbert - was he really the same person who had been so cold and distant in the past?

However, the more he improved, the more vividly her memories of the past emerged in her mind.

The cold breeze made Sherilyn wrap her coat tighter around herself before she turned to go back inside.

...

Finding some free time, Sherilyn decided to visit the TV station.

Lauren had called, telling her she'd left some belongings at the station and that she had gathered them for her to pick up when she had a moment.

Upon arriving, Sherilyn found Lauren, collected her things, and was about to leave when she bumped into a familiar face.

Blake was on his phone, sounding quite urgent, "No, it's just not glamorous enough. What do you mean by 'enough'? Alright... I get it..."

After hanging up, Blake couldn't help but curse under his breath, "Damn it! Why don't you try finding something then?"

"Director Blake?"

Sherilyn waved at him with a small, shy smile. "Hi, long time no see."

"Sherilyn?"

Blake, both surprised and delighted, took Sherilyn's hand. "It's been ages! How have you been?"© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

"Good, pretty good."

"What brings you to the TV station?"

"Oh, that." Sherilyn chuckled, briefly explaining her reason for being there.

Hearing her, Blake's eyes widened, "So, you mean to say you're not dancing with the company anymore?"

"Right," Sherilyn nodded.

At that time, she hadn't known about her ectopic pregnancy.

But due to personal reasons and having already troubled Daphne a few times, returning to the dance company was out of the question.

"Oh my." Blake's eyes lit up with an idea as he gripped Sherilyn's hand tighter. "Sherilyn, you have to help me out!"

"Huh?" Sherilyn, puzzled yet amused, replied, "Blake, I don't think I can..."

"It's true!"

Blake looked genuinely distressed. "Mr. Marshall's latest film is

searching for its leading lady, meant to embody the epitome of beauty We've auditioned countless actresses, but none have met Mr. Marshall's standards-he keeps saying they're not beautiful enough!"

Sherilyn's eyes sparkled, suspecting where this was heading. "Sherilyn!"

Before she could think any further, Blake blurted out, "Help me out! Mr. Marshall would definitely be pleased with you!" As expected!

Sherilyn instinctively wanted to decline, "Blake, I'm not sure I'm the right choice..."

"Don't worry!"

Blake seemed to understand her hesitation. "You don't have to meet the producer this time. Mr. Marshall has the final say, and that's all that matters!"

"This..." Sherilyn was at a loss for words.

"What's stopping you?"

Blake encouraged her. "You're not with the dance company anymore, right? It's a small role, easy money. Why not?" Sherilyn frowned, torn.

"Please, Sherilyn."

Blake pleaded, his hands clasped

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Sherilyn hesitated.

it?"

After all, Blake had been kind to her, and she did have some free time.

"Well..." Sherilyn bit her lip, "Can I at least get some more details first?"

"Of course!"

Blake quickly took out his phone. "I'll send you an address. Come see me first thing tomorrow morning!"

"Okay, then."

"Thank you, Sherilyn! You're a lifesaver!"