Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



Was it just her imagination, or was Callie's gaze towards her a tad peculiar?

It seemed tinged with curiosity, and perhaps a dash of hostility...?

It must be her mind playing tricks on her, right? After all, they were strangers until today.

Lauren clapped her hands, gathering the other artists. "Folks, come on over and meet each other... we're all one team now!"

"Hey, everyone."

Callie, with a smile as warm as apple pie, said apologetically, "Sorry for barging in like this. To make up for it, dinner's on me tonight."

These stars exchanged looks.

"No, you don't have to..."

"Really, it's okay."

"Nah, no backing out! Otherwise, you're snubbing me!"

"Heh, alright then."

"Thanks a bunch!"

Sherilyn frowned slightly, eyeing Callie.

Despite her delicate appearance, there was an undeniable edge to her - she wasn't someone to be trifled with...

During the practice session, Sherilyn didn't see any red flags. Callie seemed to catch on quickly. Stepping out for a breather, Sherilyn's phone rang. It was Gilbert.

"Hello?" Sherilyn's lips curved into a smile as she answered.

"Same plan tonight?" Gilbert's voice was different over the phone, deeper, more maic.

It was a new kind of allure.

"Yeah." Sherilyn pursed her lips.

“Alright, I'll pick you up after. Keep an eye on your phone, make sure to answer!"

"Got it."

After hanging up, Sherilyn noticed a group approaching, with the station's top brass in tow, as if escorting someone important.

Driven by curiosity, Sherilyn took a closer look.

And her heart skipped a beat!

It was Galloway!

Worried about Rebecca, Sherilyn had

done some online sleuthing on 'Galloway' in the past few days. A master of traditional painting of his caliber naturally had a wealth of information online.

Sherilyn's heart raced, fearing a mistake. She grabbed her phone for another quick search, comparing a photo to the genteel elderly man in front of her...

No mistake! It was Galloway!

As Galloway and his entourage moved on, Sherilyn couldn't hold back. She broke into a jog after them.

But surrounded by people, Sherilyn couldn't get close. Left with no choice, she called out.

"Mr. White! Mr. White!"

The crowd halted.

Turning around, they all stared at Sherilyn.

"Mr. White."

Sherilyn hurried forward, bowing slightly to Galloway, "Good evening, sir. I apologize for the intrusion. I'm a friend of Rebecca White!"

"Oh?" Galloway surveyed her with a gentle smile. "Rebecca's friend, is it? What can I do for you?"

The old gentleman seemed approachable and easy to talk to.

Sherilyn breathed a sigh of relief and got straight to the point, "I was just wondering... how Rebecca's been doing lately?"

"Well..." Galloway paused, his smile turning thoughtful, "She should be doing fine, I suppose. It's been nearly a year since I last saw her. By the way you ask, you haven't seen her for a while either?"

Sherilyn was at a loss for words. "Yes, it's... been some time."

Galloway nodded, still smiling, "Young lady, when you have time, bring Rebecca along and visit my place."

"Of course, Mr. White!"

"Take care."

With a faint smile, Galloway turned and walked away, slowly disappearing into the distance with his entourage. Sherilyn stood frozen in place, her mind buzzing.

Rebecca wasn't with Galloway!

Gilbert had lied to her! The first time she reached out for help, and he deceived her!NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Why? Was there a special reason?

Or was it something simple - that he just couldn't be bothered to help? That he never took her concerns to heart? Because, to him, it wasn't worth the effort, it didn't matter.