Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 522

"Sherilyn," Caroline's voice was cheerful, even though her face was hidden behind sunglasses and a mask.

"Who knew you could dance like that? You could totally be a dance instructor on TV. I'm so proud of you."

Sherilyn casually threw in a "Thanks" as they talked.

Suddenly, a sleek navy Maybach pulled up in front of them.

"Francis is here to pick me up," Caroline mentioned, inviting Sherilyn, "Where are you headed? Come on, we'll give you a lift."

"No, it's okay," Sherilyn declined with a wave. "Gilbert's coming for me in a bit."

"Oh," Caroline replied with a meaningful smile. "Then I won't keep you from your date. We'll head off first."

At the bottom of the steps, Francis had already exited the car, holding the door open for Caroline.

She got in, clearly in good spirits. She hadn't been staying at the Johnson residence lately, but Francis had been making daily calls and visits, always ready to pick her up and take her out for meals. It was obvious he still cared about her.

"Where to today?" Caroline asked, intertwining her fingers with Francis' and resting her head on his shoulder.

"Whatever you like," Francis replied, his usual response. "I'm happy as long as you are."

"Then I'll decide," Caroline declared, suddenly pausing as her hand brushed against something. It felt like... a silver earring. A women's earring, to be precise. At least, that was the style among the Johnsons. This car was Francis' personal choice for picking her up, usually opting for a Rolls-Royce on other occasions. Whose could it be?