Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120 

“What the heck?” Gilbert was fuming! 

Did she really think he was meddling? People usually came begging for his help, no one dared to talk back to him like this! 

“Sherilyn, you…” 

“Leave!” 

Sherilyn didn’t want to waste another minute talking to him. Her ring was lost, and she needed to find it, pronto! 

She turned and ran towards where he had tossed the ring, hoping the streetlights would guide her search. 

But the lights on Serenity Street were dim, barely illuminating her path. 

Desperate, Sherilyn pulled out her phone and turned on the flashlight, scanning the ground for the tiny ring. “Please, please let it be here…” she whispered, her voice laced with hope. 

She had to find it. What would Ernest think if he knew she had lost the ring he gave her the 

moment she turned around? 

Gilbert watched her frantic search, feeling a surge of jealousy he couldn’t contain. That old geezer’s ring meant so much to her?! 

“Sherilyn!” He stepped up and grabbed her shoulders firmly. “Stop looking! Did you hear 

me?” 

“Let go!” 

Sherilyn looked up, her eyes fiery. “Gilbert, don’t push me… I’m starting to really hate you!” 

Hate. She used that word! 

Gilbert was stunned. “You hate me?” 

“Yes!” Her voice trembled. “I was a fool to have bothered you in my youth, and I’ve paid the price for my foolishness. Please, just leave me alone, will you?” 

His gaze darkened, finding her words utterly ridiculous. 

“Sherilyn, you’re being ridiculous! Fine, have it your way!” 

Suddenly, he released her and stormed off, his face twisted into a grim expression. 

If she wanted to play the mistress to some old man, so be it! He’d be a fool to care any longer! 

As he reached the corner of the alley, Gilbert couldn’t help but look back at Sherilyn, still 

searching for the ring. 

He reached into his pocket and felt the ring. 

A smirk crossed his face. “Good luck finding it.” 

With a flick of his wrist, the ring dug into his palm painfully. 

Turning away, Gilbert pulled out his phone and made a call. 

“Mr. Gilbert,” came Charles‘ voice on the other end. 

“Yes,” he commanded, “Leak the info about Ernest to his family.” 

“Understood.” 

Gilbert knew Ernest had kids, a son and a daughter, both grown up.