Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Who else could have saved her if not Sherilyn?

After the incident, she couldn't even get in touch with Eddy Jones!

Relying on Eddy to save her? By the time the police might want him for identification, she could have well been gone.

"Don't say that."

At this point, Sherilyn's heart sank. "It's all because of me that you're in this mess. Go back and rest, get some good sleep."

Glancing at the man next to her, "I've got things to take care of. We'll talk once you're rested, alright?"

"Sure, you go on!"

Rebecca ended the call, took a turn at the corner, and lightly walked toward the bus stop.

Under the maple tree outside the police station, Francis sat in his car, silently watching that fading figure through the glass window.

Until she disappeared into the crowd.

"Mr. Francis," Sawyer whispered, "Shall we go?"

"Yeah." Francis nodded, retracting his gaze.

"Mr. Francis," Sawyer spoke again, "Rebecca's husband has been absent from start to finish, don't you think we should..."

"No need." Francis cut him off before Sawyer could finish.

With a composed expression on his handsome, scholarly face, he spoke indifferently, "As long as she's okay, that's all that matters. Her life is her business, not ours. Got it?"

Hearing this, Sawyer shivered slightly, "Yes, Mr. Francis, I'll remember that."

Westridge Road, FOUR hours.

"Mr. Johnson, have a look..."

The shop assistant beamed, leading the way, followed by Sherilyn, who had just changed into a new outfit.

After reaching an agreement, Gilbert insisted on bringing her here to pick something she liked.

The outfit she was now wearing was his choice.

Unlike Caroline's preference for a ladylike style, this was more casual with a touch of ingenious detail, yet without losing its delicacy.

"Beautiful." Gilbert smiled, holding Sherilyn's hand, "You look great in it. Do you like it?"

"...Yeah."

Sherilyn hesitated before nodding.

She wanted to deny it, to put him in his place. But this outfit... was indeed a good choice.

"Really? That's great."

With a quick movement, Gilbert

wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to his chest, a mix of pride and appeasement in his action.

"See, I do know what you like. You've wronged me."

This was partly Gilbert's fault.

He did instruct FOUR hours to deliver women's clothing to Golden Oak Manor but didn't specify, and FOUR hours, without asking, delivered them in the usual style they sent to the Johnson family.

In a way, the shop was also to blame, so it was a shared fault.

Too close for comfort, Sherilyn pushed him slightly, "People are watching."

Gilbert chuckled, holding her closer. "Who's watching?"

The shop assistants, noticing the intimacy between the two, had tactfully moved away.

"Sherilyn." Gilbert adjusted her

position in his arms, pointing towards the mirror, their reflected embrace, "Look, how well do we match? With your looks, not many can stand beside you."

Sherilyn was speechless.

Was he complimenting her? Or himself? Such a big ego.

"Sherilyn." His voice deepened, this time with a hint of embarrassment. "Actually, I think... I should, I mean, I am....."This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

What is it? Sherilyn wondered, seeing him stutter.

The arms around her waist tightened as he mustered courage and said, "I am... into you."