Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 704



"Bye, Mr. Ed!"

"Bye, Jenna."

Edgar stood still, smiling as he watched them enter the house.

At a nearby crossroads, inside a sleek black Bentley, Gilbert gripped the steering wheel, his dark eyes intently focused ahead.

He had seen it all!

Even though he was some distance away and couldn't hear their conversation, the sight of Sherilyn hugging Jenna, both mother and daughter beaming at Edgar...

What they said, did it matter?

Pfft.

Gilbert let out a low scoff, his jawline tense, his expression icy.

What was Sherilyn up to? Really considering repaying a life-saving favor with... herself? And bringing along his daughter?!

No!

Gilbert's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white, nearly on the brink of snapping!

No way. His daughter could not have another father figure besides him!

Meanwhile, Edgar turned away, ready to get into his car.

The moment he looked up, he paused. The Bentley at the crossroads, was that Gilbert's car?

No mistake.

That Bentley, parked here? Who else could it be but Gilbert?

Edgar frowned, wondering if Gilbert was here to bother Sherilyn again.

Inside the car, Gilbert also felt Edgar's gaze. With a cold laugh, he started the car, turned the steering wheel sharply, and drove away. That night, some slept well.

That night, others were doomed to restlessness.

The next morning.

Sherilyn had just gotten up and was in the middle of her morning routine when her phone rang.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

It was a message from Gilbert.

"I'm downstairs. We need to talk."

Sherilyn frowned immediately, too impatient to text back, and dialed Gilbert's number instead.

"Hello." Gilbert answered instantly, the phone barely had the chance to ring.

"What are you doing here again?"

Sherilyn was extremely irritated, "I'm not meeting with you. Gilbert, don't think you can do whatever you want. If you don't leave now, I'm calling security. Even if you are Mr. Gilbert, you can't just blatantly break the law!

"Calm down." Gilbert sounded surprisingly patient, "Didn't I say? I have something to discuss."

"We have nothing to discuss! Whatever needed to be said, I've told you a million times!"

"It's about Jenna."

What? Sherilyn paused, "What do you mean?"

Hadn't they already settled matters regarding Jenna?

"You..." Sherilyn bit her lip anxiously, "You're not thinking of going back on your word, are you?"

Gilbert's response was non-committal, "It's not clear over the phone. Let's meet in person."

"

"

Holding the phone, Sherilyn felt at a loss. Thinking of Jenna, still asleep, she reluctantly agreed.

"Fine!"

Once downstairs, Sherilyn got into the car.

"It's not convenient to talk here." Gilbert glanced at her, his voice soft, "Let's find a place to sit down and talk." Sherilyn didn't respond or look at him.

Driving off, Gilbert took her to "Pancake Paradise."

"Haven't had breakfast yet, right? Don't you like their pancakes?"

Gilbert led her into a private booth.

Faced with his attentiveness, Sherilyn found no comfort nor

patience, "Now that we're hereal

talk. What about Jenna..."

Her eagerness seemed to suggest that every second spent with him was agonizing.

Gilbert was silent for a few seconds, then reached

out a small velvet box, holding it in his palm.

into his pocket, pulling

Then, unexpectedly, he stood up, walked in front of Sherilyn, and without warning, knelt on one knee before her.