Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 114

Chapter 114 

Sherilyn clutched the pill tightly in her hand. With this, she fett fortified against any fear 

That evening, at the Neon Nights Bar 

After her performance, Sherilyn was led by Colin to a private room at the back. “Mr. Smith’s inside,” he informed her. 

“Okay.” 

Sherilyn raised her hand and knocked on the door. 

Colin gave her a final word of caution, “Take care of yourself.” 

“I will.” 

“Come in.” 

Taking a deep breath, Sherilyn pushed the door open. 

“Mr. Smith.” 

The room was lit, and soothing tunes filled the air from a record player. 

Ernest Smith stood up and, like a true gentleman, offered her a seat. “Please, sit.” 

“Thank you.” 

Ernest took his seat across from her and gestured toward the table. “Hungry? I ordered something for you.” 

“Oh?” 

On the table sat a brownie alongside a bowl of Greek yogurt garnished with fruit pieces. 

Ernest explained, “I asked Colin about your preferences. He mentioned you liked these.” 

“Yes, I do.” 

A wave of emotion washed over Sherilyn, her eyes glistening slightly. Although Ernest was considerably older and their relationship couldn’t bear the light of day, he still took the time to learn her likes. Perhaps, life wouldn’t be too harsh after all. 

“Thank you.” Sherilyn picked up her spoon and began eating. 

With her makeup removed and donning her own simple clothes, her youthful radiance and 

innocence were unmistakable. 

Ernest watched her, then asked, “How old are you this year?” 

“24.” 

“Oh, so young.” His gaze softened as he marveled at her youth. 

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“I’m full.” 

Sherilyn set her spoon down. “Mr. Smith…” 

She stood up and extended her hand. “Thanks for the meal. How about a dance?” 

“Ha, sure.” Laughing heartily, Ernest accepted her hand. 

At the touch, Sherilyn instinctively frowned, a fleeting discomfort passing through her… 

Ernest rose, his other hand encircling her waist. 

As Sherilyn rested her hand on his shoulder, they moved in sync with the music, swaying gently. 

“Sherilyn.” Ernest looked down at the girl before him, his voice tinged with unspoken desires. “Do you know what I want from you?” 

“Yes.” Sherilyn looked up and nodded. “I do.” 

“And you’re willing?” 

Though her initiative was evident, Ernest felt it necessary to ask.