Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1280

It was as if the universe had noticed the little seed of interest in his heart and was deliberately creating opportunities for him.

"You're staying at this hotel too?" It was an unnecessary question.

"Yes," Sherilyn nodded with a smile. "If I'd known, I would have insisted you ride with us."

Nanson chuckled in agreement. "I should have asked you." He gestured toward the front desk. "I'll go check in."

"Okay, go ahead."

After he finished, he and Sherilyn compared notes. To her astonishment, she said, "It looks like we're staying on the same floor."

"It really does," Nanson's smile widened. Fate, he thought, was being unusually kind to him.

They took their key cards and went up to their floor, only to discover that their rooms were directly across the hall from each other.

Sherilyn and Nanson looked at each other and laughed at the sheer coincidence.

"It's late," he said. "You should get some rest. Goodnight."

"You too. Goodnight."

Only after Sherilyn had entered her room did Nanson swipe his key card and step into his own. He took a shower and prepared for bed. Despite the long day and the hours of travel, he felt wide awake. Lying in bed, he picked up his phone, opened Twitter, and navigated to Sherilyn's fan community page.

It was filled with posts from her fans. Nanson scrolled through them, a smile unconsciously forming on his lips. He came across a post detailing her promotional event for the next day, noting the time and location.

"So it's there," he murmured. He knew the place; it was just a street away from where he was scheduled to meet a client.

After hanging up, Nanson let out a long breath. He'd woken up early for nothing. Or had he? He paused and glanced at his watch. At this time, Sherilyn would probably be at her event. He grabbed his phone and keys and headed out the door.

Across the hall, Sherilyn's door was slightly ajar. He could faintly hear voices from inside, along with the sound of a girl crying. Nanson's heart skipped a beat. Was that Sherilyn? Was she crying?

Without a second thought, he walked over and knocked on the door. "Sherilyn? It's me, Nanson. Can I come in?"

"Nanson?" Sherilyn quickly came to the door, surprised to see him. Was something wrong?

"Is everything okay?" Nanson asked before she could, his face etched with concern. He saw that her cheeks were dry and her eyes weren't red or swollen, and he immediately felt a wave of relief. At least she wasn't the one crying. "I was outside and thought I heard someone crying. I must have misheard."

"You didn't," Sherilyn said, forcing a small smile. Someone was, in fact, crying. By now, Nanson could see past her into the room, where Naomi and Candida were also present.

"Sob, sob… Sherilyn, it's all my fault!"