Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Here." With an outstretched arm, Gilbert passed the smartphone to Sherilyn. "Here you go. Jeez, you act like I'm some kind of monster or what?"

"Thanks."

How could Sherilyn admit to that? She still needed something from him.

Yet, her expression gave her away.

"What's on your mind?"

Compared to the storm of fury he was before, Gilbert now seemed like a completely different person.

Teasing her, he asked, "What, thinking I'm some kind of bogeyman, or worse?"

Before Sherilyn could argue, Gilbert grabbed her hand and pulled her closer.

Sherilyn nearly lost her balance, bumping right into his chest.

With one hand supporting her waist and the other gently brushing her hair behind her ear, Gilbert chuckled softly, "So what if I were a ghost? Seems like you still care about me, huh?"

Sherilyn's eyes widened in shock. What? What did he just say? Since when did she care about him? She, the person in question, was unaware of this development.

Ahem. Gilbert cleared his throat, amused by the way she stared at him.

Sherilyn's features were striking, especially her eyes, which seemed almost capable of speaking on their own, particularly when she was silent. He used to not notice it because she was always so talkative.

Now, as she had become more reserved, her eyes seemed even more expressive.

"Why the stare? Am I wrong?" He pointed at her phone. "If you didn't care, why would you be sleuthing around about Karol behind my back?" Ah? It suddenly dawned on Sherilyn. So that was it!

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"Gilbert..." She started to explain.

"About earlier, I've made up my mind."

Upon hearing this, Sherilyn paused, forgetting her previous intent to explain, and took a deep breath.

Holding the phone tightly, she said, "As soon as Rebecca is safe, I'll give you the phone, and... I didn't take any more photos, I swear! There's no

point in sullying Caroline's reputation for me; I just want Rebecca to be okay."

"Sherilyn."

Gilbert's demeanor had lost the ferocity and gloom from the car ride. "I think, I want you to come back to me, to be my girlfriend again."

What?

Sherilyn was stunned.

This man, was he so greedy? To protect Caroline on one side and still want her back on the other?

"It's not..." Sherilyn was bewildered. "Are we even discussing the same thing? Did you forget that I have that video of Caroline?"

"I didn't forget."

Gilbert, hands in his pockets,

responded in a laid-back tone, "What do you want to do? Post it online? Go ahead. You post, and I'll have it blocked. You try one, I block one."

He leaned in close, his face nearly touching hers.

"Let's see if your lone efforts can outpace the entire workforce of the Johnson Group. What do you say?"

Sherilyn felt a chill run down her spine.

"Aren't you afraid that the entire Johnson Group will see Caroline in such a state?"

"Not at all."

Gilbert shook his head,

unconcerned. "They work for the et

Johnson Group; they follow the money. If the price is right, secrets can remain secrets forever

He smiled slyly. "Don't believe me? Try it! With just one word from me, your phone, all your social accounts, any activity..." Sherilyn abruptly closed her eyes, her lashes quivering. How could she, alone, fight against the wealthy and powerful Mr. Gilbert? But she couldn't agree to his terms!

She had left him for the sake of her child; she couldn't bear any further entanglement with him!