Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



"That number, indeed, is registered under the name of Galloway."

Sherilyn was taken aback, having not expected such a result.

But she couldn't understand, "Why hide the number?"

Gilbert glanced at her, his thin lips curling into a faint smile, "Galloway is a renowned contemporary artist, his paintings are priceless treasures, sought after by many. Probably, Mr. White just wanted some peace and quiet."

Really?

Sherilyn furrowed her brows, skeptical.

"Stop worrying about it."

Gilbert extended his arm, took her hand, and gently caressed it, "You're overthinking because you're concerned."

Was she really overthinking?

Sherilyn pulled her hand away, her face tight, "Just focus on driving!"

...

At the Golden Oak Manor.

Gilbert came out after taking a shower.

"Come here..." Sherilyn beckoned to him, "I need to check something."

"Alright."

He didn't ask why, just obediently walked over to her.

Sherilyn was holding knitting needles, having just started a bright red, thin circle.

Gilbert remembered she had mentioned knitting him a sweater and couldn't help but chuckle, "All this time, and you've only done this much?"

Sherilyn looked up, glaring slightly at him.

"I'm not in a hurry!"

Gilbert quickly corrected himself, "Take your time. If it's not ready this year, next year is fine too. I'll keep fit."

"That's more like it..."

Sherilyn muttered. It wasn't her being slow.

Rather, she had first knitted one for Jenna, her little darling obviously came first.

After measuring, the size was just right.

"It's good."

Sherilyn packed the stuff into a bag, then

Paher backpack, planning to

take it to the TV station tomorrow to s the time during lunch break.

"Come here."

On the bed, Gilbert lifted the covers waiting for her, and as soon as she joined him, he wrapped his arms around her.

Gilbert kissed her forehead. "I'll hold you as we sleep, so your hands and feet stay warm. From now on, I'll always hold you."

Sherilyn leaned into his embrace, responding softly, "Hmm."

The next day.

Since the stars were only free in the afternoon, Sherilyn went back to Sunset Ridge Community in the morning to spend time with Jenna. After the lunch break, she hurried to the station.

As soon as Sherilyn arrived, Lauren informed her, "Ms. Sherilyn, your group has an additional member."

Sherilyn paused, a last-minute addition?

"Sorry about that." Lauren

apologized, "It was a

notice from above, the directorgust found out too. Sorry for the inconvenience."

It seemed to be someone with significant backing.

"No problem." Sherilyn shook her head, smiling. After a brief moment of surprise, she regained her composure.

"An extra person doesn't change my approach."

All the stars came to practice today, except for Caroline.

Sherilyn worked with them, providing corrections and guidance.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

The practice room door opened, and Lauren walked in with a girl, heading straight for Sherilyn. "Ms. Sherilyn." Lauren smiled, introducing, "This is Callie. Callie... this is the coach for Group A, Ms. Sherilyn."

"Hello." Sherilyn smiled politely, her demeanor cool.

"Hi, Ms. Sherilyn."

Callie had that bright look, every smile and frown brimming with charm. Her voice was sweet and coquettish.

"I'll be in your care for a while, Ms. Sherilyn. Thank you in advance."

"Don't mention it, it's part of the job."

Callie squinted, scrutinizing Sherilyn.

With a beaming smile, she said, "Ms.

Sherilyn, you're so beautiful. Withe

ment industry!"

you'd be a top star in

entertainment industry!"

Sherilyn was already immune to such flattery.

She smiled faintly, "You flatter me."

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