Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 671



"Absolutely."

Amidst idle chit-chat, Sherilyn phased out the surrounding noise, focusing on her meal with dedication.

"Excuse me, may I sit here?"

She glanced up to find the young driver who had brought them here asking for the seat beside her.

"Of course," Sherilyn responded with a smile.

After all, the dinner was funded by the production team; seats were up for grabs by anyone.

"Thanks," the driver said shyly, taking his seat. "It's quite empty over here."

"Indeed."

Most folks preferred to hover around the director and producers, especially since today Gilbert had also made an appearance. Karol frowned and pouted at Sherilyn, "You could've sat by Mr. Marshall, but no, you chose here!"

"Isn't it nice here?"

Sherilyn offered her a smile, serving her some food, "It's quiet, and no one's fighting over the dishes. What's not to love?"

"You," Karol sighed, as if lamenting Sherilyn's naivety, "never learn."

"Ahem."

The driver coughed lightly, nervously catching Sherilyn's attention.

"Sherilyn?"

"Yes?" She turned, puzzled, "What's up?"

"It's just..." The driver fidgeted, growing more anxious.

"What's wrong?"

...

Over at Caleb's table, Gilbert's gaze hadn't strayed from Sherilyn since the driver took his seat beside her.

Observing their interaction, Gilbert couldn't stay put any longer, setting down his glass, "Excuse me, Mr. Marshall." He stood up abruptly.

"Where are you off to, Gilbert?" Caroline tried to stop him but failed, watching him head towards the secluded table. Biting her lip in frustration, Caroline followed.

In the quiet corner.

The driver phone in hand and face flushed, finally stammered out, "Sherilyn, could... could I add

Snapchat?" Content belongs

you on

Sherilyn paused, taken aback. Was this really such a nerve-wracking request?

Karol leaned in, whispering with a chuckle, "Looks like he's got a crush on you."

"Don't be ridiculous."

Sherilyn frowned. Wasn't Karol being a bit too loud about it?

The

face turned an even

de of red. Sherilyn, feeling

a bit embarrassed herself, managed

a

Smile, "Sure."

It was just Snapchat. They were colleagues after all; no need for awkwardness.

The driver brightened up, unlocking his phone, "Shall I scan your code?"

"Sure..."

As Sherilyn took out her phone, Gilbert approached, eyeing the pair with a cold, mocking smile.

"Mr. Johnson?" Karol spotted him first, quickly standing and tugging at Sherilyn.

Sherilyn glanced up briefly before returning to her phone, opening Snapchat to show the driver. "Here, go ahead."

"Great!" The driver, thrilled, added her as a friend.

Gilbert watched, a fire building in his chest. Was Sherilyn pretending not to see him?

Adding each other on Snapchat right in front of him? Was she trying to infuriate him?

"Mr. Johnson, please, take a seat."

Unable to get Sherilyn's attention, Karol offered a seat to Gilbert with a smile.

But then she was taken aback...

Because Gilbert, with a long stride, unceremoniously took the seat she had vacated right beside Sherilyn.

His glare was filled with hostility as he eyed the young driver.

The driver, new to the crew and unaware of the dynamics between Gilbert and Sherilyn, was taken aback. What was Mr. Johnson doing here?Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Out of politeness, he nodded with a smile, "Mr. Johnson, nice to meet you."

"Hmm." Gilbert leaned back, arm

draped over the back of Shet

chair, "Do

I look like I'm in a gos

mood to you?"