Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



It was as if his message had sunk to the bottom of the ocean.

Gilbert tugged at his lips bitterly, guessing that Sherilyn probably wouldn't even bother to look.

Because of Jenna, the fact that she hadn't blocked him was probably the last shred of patience she had for him...

As the evening sky darkened bit by bit, Sherilyn refreshed her makeup, gearing up for the night's two scenes.

Exiting the makeup trailer, Naomi reminded her again. "Sherilyn, Mr. Harrison hasn't left yet. He's still at the same spot."

Really, wouldn't you want to see him at least once?

Mr. Harrison looked so lovestruck, so pitiful.

Sherilyn paused, surprised that he was still there. But this time, she didn't even glance in that direction, simply shaking her head.

"Let him be if he wants to stay."

"Sherilyn..." Naomi hurried to catch up, casting a sympathetic look back at Gilbert.

He hadn't moved from his spot, not even changing his posture as he waited.

"Mr. Gilbert," Charles whispered from behind him, "It's about time."

They had plans for the evening.

Charles sighed inwardly; if only Mr. Gilbert could steal another glance at Sherilyn, it would have been worth it.

Gilbert's gaze flickered, reluctantly moving away from Sherilyn's slender figure in the distance.

He nodded, "Yeah, let's go."

Just past nine in the morning, Rebecca White followed her team leader to the Johnson Group's towering office building.

The project she was handling was in collaboration with the Johnson Group, and today, she was accompanying her team leader to submit the initial draft.

After passing the reception and security, they entered the elevator.

Stepping into the elevator behind her team leader, Rebecca froze.

There were people inside: Francis and Sawyer.

Her team leader, recognizing them, greeted cheerfully, "Mr. Johnson, good morning."

"Morning," Francis nodded, his gaze landing on Rebecca White standing behind.

Noticing the interaction, her team leader introduced her, "Rebecca White, meet Mr. Johnson. Say hello."

"Hello," Rebecca smiled, "Mr. Johnson, nice to meet you."

Francis glanced at the tube of drawings she was holding and asked warmly, "Here to submit the design drafts?"

"Yes," Rebecca lightly nodded,

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team leader was giving her peculiar looks.

Thankfully, Francis wasn't much of a talker.

Soon, they reached the 19th floor.

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"Mr. Johnson, we'll be heading out first. Goodbye."

Francis nodded, watching as Rebecca stepped out.

Exiting the elevator, her team leader glanced at her, "Why's your face so red? Feeling alright?"

"I'm fine," Rebecca hastily denied.

"Let's hurry, then!"

"Okay."

Rebecca was actually feeling a bit of discomfort, a heaviness in her lower abdomen. Could it be 'that time of the month' coming early? But it wasn't due yet.

With no time to dwell on it, they reached the meeting room. Rebecca focused on her work, the discomfort momentarily forgotten as they got busy. Naturally, the initial draft had issues.

After exchanging feedback, Rebecca meticulously noted down their requirements for revisions.

Before they knew it, it was noon.

Seeing the time, the Johnson Group's representative suggested, "It's already lunchtime. How about we grab something to eat together? The company's cafeteria is just around the corner." This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Not going to say no to that."

Following them to the cafeteria, Rebecca's discomfort seemed to intensify.