Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

CHAPTER 174

“Hmph.” Sherilyn tugged at her lip, a silent, cold laugh escaping her. “Fine.”

Gilbert arrived at the apartment door to find it unlocked and pushed it open. “Why isn’t the door locked? It’s not safe…”

Then, he saw Sherilyn sitting on the sofa, looking directly at him.

“What’s up with you?” Gilbert had a bad feeling as he sat opposite Sherilyn. “Bad day? Something upset you?”

Sherilyn narrowed her eyes, fed up with his pretense. She restrained herself, lowering her stance as much as possible, pleading, “Gilbert, please let me go.”

“Huh?” Gilbert was momentarily stunned, raising an eyebrow. “What do you mean by that?” Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“It’s you…”

Sherilyn’s fingertips dug into her palm. “You made sure all the dance clubs won’t hire me, didn’t you?”

Gilbert’s gaze froze. “How did you know? Who told you?”

People said, ‘If you don’t want people to know, don’t do it.‘

Did that question matter?

Sherilyn didn’t answer. What mattered to her was finding a way to make a living. “Please, just let me go. I need a job…”

“A job?” Gilbert frowned, “You call dancing in those places a job? Sherilyn, you’re done for if you keep dancing there!”

“Then let me be!” Sherilyn/retorted without thinking.

Tears welled up in her eyes. Did she not know that places like the Neon Nights Bar were low–class? But reality forced her to bow her head!

Her voice hoarse, she begged him, “Stop pushing me! You want to force me back to you, right? It’s not going to happen. Even if you push me to death, I can’t entirely agree!”

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Gilbert was speechless, his inscrutable gaze fixed on her. “Let’s talk about this later. For now, go change your clothes, and come with me!”

“No!” Sherilyn turned her head away. The negotiation failed. Why should she go with him?

“No?” Gilbert’s anger turned into a laugh as he sized her up.

She didn’t dress herself up, just wearing a T–shirt and jeans, maybe with light makeup. She probably went out today. That should do. The main thing was that she was beautiful.

“Fine.” Gilbert nodded slightly and suddenly stood up, walking over to Sherilyn. “What are you doing?” Sherilyn had a bad feeling.

“One more chance. Get up and come with me.”

“No… ah…” Before Sherilyn could finish her sentence, Gilbert bent down and scooped her up in a bridal carry!

Sherilyn was embarrassed and angry. “Put me down right now!”

Gilbert smirked, “Don’t move! If you want to keep dancing, come with me quietly!”

What? Sherilyn was stunned. What did he mean by that?

Taking advantage of her daze, Gilbert carried her out. They attracted a lot of attention on the way, with people pointing and whispering.

“Where are you taking me?” Sherilyn’s face wasn’t as thick as Gilbert’s. “Put me down. I can walk by myself!”

“I don’t trust you.” Gilbert shook his head. “I’d have to chase after you if I put you down and you run away. That will be too much work. Let’s go.”

He carried her to the car/and buckled her in.

Sherilyn bit her lip. “Where are we going?”

Gilbert curled his lips. “Somewhere nice! I promise you’ll like it!”