Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117 

Steve’s composure hadn’t gone unnoticed by Ernest. She was unlike any of the dancers The Bedenoountered before He had heard from Colin that she was a graduate from the presterous Questend Arts Academy, an international student he less. That bit of anformation led him to believe that her background was quite affluent. 

Sheria Enteet asked a bit curious, ‘de you have any family?” 

Sheria, who was in the midst of sipping her water paused, a bittersweet smile crossing her face as she shook her head. “No, it’s just the now.” 

We test was visibly shocked. 

Thinking he might have misunderstood, Sherilyn clarified, “My family, they’ve all passed eway it’s just me now 

That revelation hit Ernest hard. It all made sense new 

No wonder she ended up dancing at the Neon Nights Bar and now, was with him. 

“Sherive,” he couldn’t help but feel a surge of empathy for the girl before him. “from now on. I’ll take good care of you. Consider me your family.” 

“Okey” Sherlyn’s eyes were red–rimmed and she sniffled, managing to pull off a small 

smie 

“By the way 

Ernest fumbled in his pocket and produced a small velvet box, opening it and presenting it 

to ther 

For you 

“What is this?” Sherlyn looked up. 

Inside the velvet box was a dazzling diamond ring its exact carat unknown to her but it shimmered brilliantly under the light. 

For me? 

Yes 

With a smile, Ernest took the ring out gently took her left hand, and slowly slid it onto her middle finger. 

Do you like it?” 

Just then, at the doorway. 

“Mr. Gilbert, you’ve got the wrong room. It’s not this one…” 

“How could that be?” Pretending to be confused, Gilbert insisted. “I booked this room myself. How could I be wrong? This is the place!” 

He had followed Sherilyn here, watched her enter! 

No matter what, he was determined to get in today and take her away! 

“Ah, Mr. Gilbert, please don’t…” 

The waiter couldn’t stop him as Gilbert pushed past, shoving the door open. 

Upon entering, he saw Ernest holding Sherilyn’s hand, a giant diamond ring adorning it! 

Had things progressed this far between them? 

“Mr. Gilbert?” Ernest hadn’t expected anyone to barge in, especially someone he recognized. 

Quickly letting go of Sherilyn, he stood up with a smile, “Mr. Gilbert, what brings you here…?” 

With a short chuckle, Gilbert stepped closer, extending his hand to Ernest, “Ah, Mr. Smith. Tsk.” 

Closing his eyes briefly, he seemed frustrated with himself.