Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159 

On the other end, Gilbert picked up quickly. His deep and measured voice greeted her with a simple “Hello.” 

“It’s me, Sherilyn,” she said, her grip tightening around her phone as she introduced herself. 

“As if I wouldn’t know it’s you,” Gilbert teased, “Did you call just to say that?” 

“No, that’s not it.” Sherilyn’s brows knitted together as she took a deep breath. “I’m at the Neon Nights Bar now…“. 

“Ah, that matter.” Gilbert cut her off before she could continue. “I’ve got some things to handle right now…” 

He paused, seemingly giving instructions to someone nearby, and picked up the conversation again, “Look, whatever it is, come find me.” 

Sherilyn hesitated before nodding in agreement. “Fine.” 

She hadn’t expected a phone call to change his mind anyway. 

“Where should I find you?” she asked. 

“Where else at this hour? I’m at the office, of course.” 

It wasn’t even five yet, and Mr. Gilbert was no idler, naturally busy at work. 

“Okay, I’ll be right there.” After hanging up, Sherilyn made her way to the Johnson Group immediately. 

Upon arrival, she was stopped at the front desk. It wasn’t her first visit to the Johnson Group. 

She used to come often to see him, but years had passed, and the receptionists had changed. No one recognized her anymore. 

“I’m Sherilyn. I have an appointment with Mr. Johnson. He told me to come,” she explained. 

Upon hearing that, the receptionist immediately brightened up, becoming more courteous. “Ms. Gomez, Mr. Johnson mentioned you’d be coming. 

13:04 

Please follow me. This way.” 

“Thank you.” Taking the private elevator, Sherilyn arrived at the top floor without trouble. 

The assistant led her into the CEO’s office. “Mr. Johnson, Ms. Gomez is here.” 

“Hmm.” Gilbert was engrossed in his work and merely gestured with his hand, “Okay, you can go.” 

The assistant replied respectfully, “Okay.” 

With the assistant gone, Sherilyn was left alone with him. 

Seeing Gilbert so engrossed in his work, Sherilyn didn’t dare interrupt, afraid of aggravating him further. She quietly sat on the sofa, waiting. She wasn’t going to make any scenes. Waiting was her only option. 

Fortunately, Gilbert didn’t keep her waiting long. Soon enough, he put aside his work, looked up, and approached her. 

Sherilyn made a move to stand. 

“Stay,” he gestured for her to remain seated. 

As he sat opposite her, resting an arm on the back of the sofa, his deep gaze fixed on her. “So, what brings you here?” 

He totally knew the reason. 

Sherilyn clasped her hands before her, tense, “I came to ask why you stopped me from dancing at Neon Nights Bar.”