Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115 

He didn’t pull up right in front of the Neon Nights Bar. Instead, he parked across the street, facing the entrance so that Sherilyn would spot him the moment she stepped out. 

The man, on the verge of becoming her ex–husband, was seriously playing the protective older brother role to a tee! He could almost nominate himself for ‘Ex–Husband of the Year‘ at this rate, so moved by his own actions. 

Then he saw her, Sherilyn leaving the bar. She wasn’t alone; the man beside her was holding her hand… 

The valet had just brought Ernest’s car around. 

Sherilyn looked up at him, “Mr. Smith, drive safely, alright?” 

“Sure thing.” 

Ernest chuckled, releasing her hand before turning to get into his car. He paused, then turned back, “Sherilyn.” 

“Hmm?” Sherilyn smiled at him. 

Ernest pursed his lips, visibly nervous. “Can I… can I kiss you?” 

Sherilyn blinked, surprised, her grip tightening though she still smiled. “Of course, you can.” 

“Alright.” 

Ernest stepped closer, lifting his hands to cradle her cheeks gently. Then, he leaned down. Suddenly, Sherilyn’s eyes closed, a slight frown on her forehead. 

Noticing her tension, Ernest hesitated for a moment before pressing a kiss to her 

forehead instead. 

Sherilyn slowly opened her eyes, looking confused, and said, “Mr. Smith?” 

Ernest chuckled, “Don’t be nervous. Take your time. You need it, and give me some too, to get ready.” 

With that, he let go of her and turned to get into his car. 

Sherilyn stood there, dazed, Take care, Mr. Smith.” 

Her heart was still racing, but perhaps, she should feel lucky… Colin hadn’t lied to her. Considering her standing with the Cooper family, Ernest was indeed one of the better patrons she could have hoped for. 

Sherilyn chuckled softly, pushing down the resentment in her heart. She was selling herself, after all, what more could she expect? 

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10:39 

“Sherilyn!” 

Suddenly, her wrist was gripped tightly, the force almost crushing her bones! Sherilyn winced in pain. 

Ah!” 

Looking up, she met Gilbert’s tense throat and, above that, his furiously handsome face. Even in his anger, he was strikingly good–looking. 

Sherilyn couldn’t understand why he was here or why he was so angry. 

“Is he your boyfriend?” Gilbert’s voice was ice–cold, veins throbbing on his forehead. 

“Yeah.” Sherilyn nodded. 

Gilbert’s face, already seething with anger, exploded, “Do you even know who he is? Ernest! He’s old enough to be your father!” 

“Yeah.” Sherilyn’s response was calm. “I know. I think it’s nice, older men tend to be more caring, ah…”