Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67 

Sherilyn coughed violently, her face scrunched up in discomfort as she stuck out her tongue, “Gosh, so strong!” 

What she had thought was water turned out to be a fiery whiskey. Deciding against further adventure, she stuck to her meal, steering clear of Yates‘ choices. 

After the meal, Sherilyn felt her head spinning, her checks flushed with an unusual warmth. The whiskey was hitting her hard. 

What should I do tonight?” she wondered, realizing her dilemma. 

Staying in a hotel seemed like the only option, but even the cheapest room was beyond what she was willing to pay. So, she decided to spend the night in the lobby’s lounge area, sitting on one of the sofas. 

Back in Crestwood, she had pulled many all–nighters working at the local supermarket, so she figured staying up wouldn’t be a problem. However, she had underestimated the potency of the whiskey. 

Her head grew heavier, and soon, she found herself dozing off on the sofa, unable to fall asleep due to her racing heartbeat. Feeling miserable, she sneezed. 

The night air in Starfield, nestled in the mountains, carried a chill. Sherilyn, who dozed off in the lobby, ended up catching a cold. 

After ending their meeting, Gilbert and Yates returned to the lobby only to hear a series of sneezes. Their 

gaze fell 

upon Sherilyn, slumped on the sofa. 

Yates was the first to react. “Oh no, I got so caught up. I completely forgot about Sherilyn!” He hurried over. 

“What’s going on here!” Gilbert said, frowning, as he quickly followed, “She was supposed to leave, wasn’t she? What do you mean you forgot about her?” 

Irked, Yates retorted, “Come on, man, that’s not cool. She came all this way here to deliver documents to you, and you didn’t even realize she had no way back?” 

Gilbert smirked, “She chose to leave. She tried to make it a reason to stick around me, but I saw through her, and she couldn’t stand getting rejected.” 

Yates shook his head in disbelief. “Trust me. She won’t be bothering you anymore.” 

As they approached Sherilyn, Gilbert insisted, “What’s this got to do with you?” 

“Hey,” Yates snapped back, “you said you didn’t care, right?” 

Leaving Yates behind, Gilbert walked to Sherilyn, wiping her nose with a tissue, her nose. 

Chapter 67 

red from the cold. Noticing Gilbert, she looked up, her eyes blinking earnestly. 

“What are you staring at?” Gilbert asked, suddenly feeling awkward.