Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Colin nodded along eagerly, “You said let Sherilyn pick the wine, right? Well, this is Sherilyn’s choice. She’s got quite the taste, huh?”

Is that so? Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Gilbert didn’t quite agree or disagree. He raised an eyebrow, lifted his glass, and downed his drink in one go.

He put the empty glass back on the tray and then quickly approached Sherilyn, grabbing the back of her head.

Sherilyn stiffened instantly. “Mr. Gilbert?”

But Gilbert didn’t let go right away. He whispered in her ear, his voice so low only the two of them could hear.

“You asked for this, now deal with it!”

Sherilyn’s body remained rigid, but she managed to curve her lips into a smile. “Yes, rest assured… I’ve chosen this path, even if it leads to my downfall, I won’t turn back.”

Alright, very well.

Gilbert’s grip loosened, and without another glance at her, he turned and walked away.

Sherilyn let out a long sigh, stumbling back to steady herself against the wall.

“What the…”

Colin was dumbfounded, not understanding what had just happened.

“Sherilyn, you alright?”

“I’m fine.”

“But…” Colin was clearly worried, “Why did Mr. Gilbert just leave like that? What did you two talk about?”

Sherilyn shook her head, “Colin, I’m sorry, he won’t be coming back.”

“What??”

Several days went by without a sign of Gilbert at Neon Nights Bar.

Colin was anxious, “Sherilyn, what exactly happened between you and Mr. Gilbert? Can’t you tell me? If you tell me, maybe I can do something.”

“Nothing happened.”

Sherilyn shook her head, unable to reveal the truth.

“I guess he didn’t like what he saw once I took off the mask.”

What? Colin couldn’t believe it. How could that be? How could anyone not be pleased with.

her face? What kind of taste does Mr. Gilbert have?

But the reality was right there, undeniable.

“Ah well…”

Colin sighed, “If that’s how it is, then there’s nothing we can do.”

Sherilyn wasn’t worried. She just asked, “Colin, should I keep wearing the mask?”

“Of course.”

Colin nodded without hesitation. He had hoped that Mr. Gilbert would take a liking to Sherilyn, but now that hope was dashed.

If he wasn’t going to support her, then the mask had to stay.

But he couldn’t say that outright.

“Keep it on for now. You’ve made a name for yourself dancing with that mask. Might as well keep it as your trademark.”

“Alright, I’ll follow your lead.”

The truth was, Colin felt that Sherilyn’s mask had to come off eventually, but it couldn’t be too easy.

After the storm, Sherilyn got even busier.

At the studio, she and a few dance doubles had passed Caleb’s approval.

They were set to start filming that part in the next couple of days.

These days, Sherilyn was running between the studio and Neon Nights Bar, either dancing. or on her way to dance.

That day, just after wrapping up at the studio, Sherilyn was on her way back to Serenity Street when her phone rang.

She took a deep breath and swiped to answer.

“Dr. William.”

Every time she spoke with William, she felt nervous, fearing it might be bad news about Jenna.

“Jenna’s mom.

Dr. William’s voice didn’t sound like he was bearing bad news.

“I’m calling today with some good news.”

“Really?” Sherilyn straightened up, “Is it…?”

She hesitated to finish her sentence, fearing she might be getting her hopes up

unnecessarily….

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