Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 768

Bella and Mason hurried into the elevator lobby, their breaths coming in short gasps from the run.

"Hold on!"

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, an arm shot out, halting them. With a soft ding, the doors obediently reopened.

"Thanks!"

Galen stepped in briskly, followed closely by Sherilyn, who echoed his thanks, "Thanks."

Inside the elevator, an awkward silence ensued.

In the cramped space, there were only four of them: Gilbert, Charles, Galen, and Sherilyn.

"Is it you?"

Galen smirked coldly, his eyes filled with hostility as he glared at Gilbert.

Huh? Gilbert's furrowed brows lifted slightly. Did he know him? Turning to Sherilyn, he realized the connection, and a chill spread from deep within him.

This pretty boy, what was he to Sherilyn?

Ever since Galen discovered how Gilbert had treated his sister, his animosity toward Gilbert had only grown. Seeing him in person, he could barely resist the urge to throw a punch.

"Fu—"

"Galen!"

Seeing Galen's anger rising, Sherilyn quickly grabbed his arm, gently shaking her head.

"Let's not get into it. We're here to eat."

Galen's muscles tensed, but he fought back his anger and nodded gruffly, "Got it!"

"Stop looking."

Sherilyn whispered, turning Galen away to prevent any further confrontation.

To Gilbert, their posture looked unmistakably like that of a couple, closer than Sherilyn had ever been with him.

In an instant, Gilbert felt engulfed by jealousy, sour to the core.

The elevator stopped on the 9th floor. As soon as the doors opened, Sherilyn and Galen hurried out.

"Quickly!"

Following closely behind, Gilbert and Charles exited the elevator.

Gilbert, with his hands in his pockets and chin slightly raised, watched Sherilyn and Galen's retreating figures for a long time, his fists clenching so tightly in his pockets that his knuckles cracked.