Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 715



"Sure."

Sherilyn agreed, "I've got some time this afternoon..."

After hanging up, she heard Jenna huffing in protest. "Mr. Gilbert, that's not right!"

"What's wrong?" Gilbert looked his daughter up and down, seeing nothing amiss.

"My pants!" Jenna glared, pointing at herself, "They're backwards! The butterfly is supposed to be in the front."

"Oh." Gilbert looked and, indeed, they were on the wrong way, though it hardly made a difference.

Laughing, he admitted his mistake, "You're right, my bad. Let's fix that, shall we? Can you forgive me? I'll make sure it doesn't happen again." "Hmph." Jenna pouted, still upset.

Sherilyn walked over, urging, "Once you're dressed, go brush your teeth and wash up, breakfast is getting cold."

"Mom's mad."

Gilbert winked at Jenna, "Hurry!"

"Oh..." Jenna rushed into Gilbert's arms, "Don't mess up next time, Sir! Hug!"

"Of course!"

Father and daughter made peace and dashed into the bathroom.

...

Sherilyn had only a morning shoot today, so by afternoon, she was off to the Southern District Sanatorium.

"Sherilyn." Rebecca White pulled her to sit on the couch, her cheeks reddening even before she spoke.

"What's up?" Sherilyn was curious, guessing it had something to do with Francis.

"It's just..."

Rebecca White whispered, "I was wondering if you could talk to Mr. Francis for me, see if I could get a different room?"

"Why?" Sherilyn was surprised, "What's wrong with this one? Isn't it comfortable?"

"It's not that." Rebecca White struggled internally, hesitantly adding, "It's my neighbor... Henson."

It was about Francis after all.

"Hmm..." Sherilyn slowly nodded, "What about him?"

"I think..."© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Rebecca White paused several times, "I think... he might have feelings for me."

Really? Sherilyn was taken aback, then chuckled, "Did he confess? Said he likes you?"

"No!" Rebecca White was almost panicking, patting Sherilyn's hand, "Keep it down!" "Okay." Sherilyn fought back a laugh, lowering her voice, "So, what did he do?" "He, he..."

Rebecca White's face was a shade of deep red, "He might have kissed me."

"Might have?" Sherilyn couldn't help but laugh softly, "Either he did or he didn't. What's this 'might have"?"

"Because I'm not sure."

Rebecca White rubbed her temples, "Last night was my birthday..."

"Wait." Sherilyn immediately

interrupted, "It was your birthday et

yesterday and you didn't tell me? I didn't get to celebrate with you or you a present..."

"Hey!"

Rebecca White waved it off, "I forgot myself until Jane reminded me last night... That's not the point. The point is..."

"Henson spent it with you?" Sherilyn blurted out.

"How did you know?" Rebecca White was surprised.

"Guessed." Sherilyn smiled, "You were talking about him, right? Go on, what happened next?"

"Next..."

Rebecca White frowned, pursing her

lips, "I got drunk, and then, I don't know if it was a dream or for real...

someone kissed me, and it felt like it was him."

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Sherilyn was silent, surprised that Henson, who always seemed so upright and serious, could do such a thing... Looks can be deceiving, indeed.

"So, what are you planning to do?" Sherilyn pondered, "That Henson I've seen him... quite handsome and seems decent. Are you considering accepting him?"

"Hey!"

Rebecca White was shocked, her face turning even paler. "What are you talking about? How could that possibly be?"