Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 341

If this had been the old days, Sherilyn would have already gone ballistic. But now...

All she did was smile softly, scrutinizing the dress—indeed, it was beautiful.

Caroline claimed it was a direct hit on her aesthetic...

Ha.

Either someone deliberately aimed for it, or it was a genuine slip, Mr. Gilbert just couldn't hold back.

No helping it, he always had his first love on his mind!

Just like those two 'identical' headbands, this dress, presumably, Mr. Gilbert had imagined it on Caroline when he ordered it.

And that's exactly why, when she had just returned to Sunhaven, at the welcome party, she ended up wearing the same dress as Caroline...

Sherilyn's lips curved into a faint smile.

She turned to the sales associate, "Let's give this dress to Ms. Bennett."

"Ah?"

"What..."

Both the associate and Caroline were taken aback.

Caroline was even more ecstatic, "Are you serious? You're really giving it to me?"

"Yes." Sherilyn nodded.

"But..." the associate hesitated. "Ms. Gomez, this was ordered by Mr. Johnson for you."

"It's fine." Sherilyn was nonchalant. "If it was ordered for me, then I'm the owner of this dress, and I can give it away if I want, right?"

"...Yes." The associate nodded slowly, although it technically wasn't wrong.

"Then it's settled."

Caroline couldn't wait any longer, grabbing the dress and darting inside.

"Can someone help me with this!"

"Of course, Ms. Bennett!"

Caroline entered the fitting room, bubbling with joy.

Here, the associate looked worriedly at Sherilyn, "Ms. Gomez, then what about you… Would you like to look at other dresses? We have many others."

"No need."

Sherilyn smiled lightly and shook her head, "If there's nothing else, I'll be on my way."

"Uh, yes!" Sherilyn was startled. "Officer, what's happened?"

"Could you come over here, please!"

"Of course, of course!"

Hanging up, Sherilyn hurried to the police station. Honestly, she was scared!

The police on the phone had informed her that Rebecca got into a fight!

At the station, Rebecca sat alone on a bench, her hair a tangled mess, her fair face bruised and battered.

Even her forehead and the corner of her mouth were split, bleeding.

"Rebecca."

Sherilyn went over to her first, trying to straighten her hair.

But she didn't ask anything, just said, "Wait here for me, I'll go handle the paperwork and get you out of here ASAP."

Rebecca wasn't just on the receiving end; it was a mutual fight.

The other party involved had already been taken away.