Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

CHAPTER 185

Out of the blue, Sherilyn interrupted their conversation, holding her smartphone. “Excuse me, where do I pay? I’ve got this one.”

The manager was visibly stunned, his eyes darting toward Gilbert in confusion, wondering what was happening.

Gilbert, however, just laughed, a hint of innate nobility in his smile. With a tone of mild mockery, he said, “You’re paying? Don’t make me laugh.”

Was she supposed to pay for a toy he was getting her? He knew that she hadn’t taken any alimony, just scraping by with what she earned from her gigs at the Neon Nights Bar.

Gilbert added, “Keep your hard–earned money to yourself. I’ve got this…”

“I want to pay for it myself!” Sherilyn argued, her determination firm, “If your don’t let me, I don’t want this Minnie Mouse!”

What? Gilbert saw right through her. Sherilyn was too attached to let go of that Minnie Mouse since she laid eyes on it. She tried to maintain her distance, not wanting to get too tangled up with him.

Fine, let her have this one. After all, Gilbert had intruded on her plans. Considering it a peace offering, letting her feel grateful didn’t sit well with him

anyway.

“Fine, as you wish.” His tone was that of a parent soothing a child, “As long as you’re not upset, that’s all that matters.”

Sherilyn brightened up, not catching the nuance in his voice. “Sir, how can I pay?”

Somewhat bemused by the wealthy antics, the manager thought he should go with the flow. “Cash, credit card, or PayPal?”

Sherilyn decided, “PayPal, please.”

“Right,” the manager responded, “The original price is $3,900, but with an inside discount, it’s $2,100. For Mr. Johnson’s friend, we can do the cost price at $1,600. Please go ahead.”

How much?? Did he say $1,600? That was a saving of over two grand?

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Sherilyn was so moved that she nearly cried, “Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome.” The manager didn’t dare take credit, “You should thank Mr. Johnson, though.” Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

All this was thanks to Gilbert. Sherilyn understood that. Gilbert peered over as she made the payment, noticing the price, and his eyebrows shot up.

A toy for $39,00? Just for that little thing? It wasn’t too pricey, but it wasn’t something an average family could easily afford either. Gilbert chuckled to himself. It didn’t matter.

Independent of the Johnson family’s wealth, he was doing well for himself. The alimony mentioned in their divorce agreement was all earned by him. Of course, he hadn’t shared it with anyone.

Supporting Sherilyn wasn’t going to be a problem in the future. Otherwise, what would he do if she couldn’t find or afford something and cried or threw a

fit?

Suddenly, Gilbert winced, hand going to his neck, the spot Sherilyn had bitten.

earlier.

Feeling a bit guilty, Sherilyn pursed her lips. “Does it hurt that much?”

“Would you care if it did?” he asked with a smirk.

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Sherilyn a loss for words. Why did she even bother asking?

“Ouch.” Gilbert felt a twinge of disappointment, “A bite in exchange for a bit of sympathy, and you can’t even manage that?”

He let go of his neck, and the manager caught sight of a tiny, bleeding bite mark. He thought, ‘Oh boy, these rich folks are wild. They probably have just got out of bed, having fun, and come here to boss us around.’

As for Sherilyn, oblivious to the manager’s internal monologue, she sincerely asked, “Do you have a first aid kit?”

Sherilyn thought she should clean his wound.