Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?
Chapter 400

However, Gilbert didn't even glance at her; his gaze remained fixed on Sherilyn.

With a smile playing at the corner of his mouth, he explained, "You know, I think you've got a point. It's not like you're the only fish in the sea. If I want to, replaceing a girlfriend wouldn't be hard. Besides, I'm single right now."

Unlike those four years Sherilyn was gone. She might have been absent, but their marriage was still on paper.

"I could get a girlfriend."

"Yeah, you could." Sherilyn nodded, agreeing with his point. But why was he telling her all this?

That's her reaction?

Gilbert's face suddenly darkened, his smile vanishing as he grabbed the hand of the woman beside him. "Let's go!"

"Oh, okay."

What's happening? Sherilyn was dumbfounded.

They were just leaving? But she hadn't even gotten to talk about Rebecca yet.

Without thinking any further, she hurried after them.

"Mr. Johnson! I need to speak with you... it's about Rebecca..."

She had barely started speaking when Gilbert abruptly stopped and turned to glance at her. "I'm busy right now."

Sherilyn paused, confused. So, he didn't have time for her request?

Or was he doing this on purpose, to make her give up... He would never let Rebecca off the hook!

"Keep up!"

To her surprise, Gilbert threw over his shoulder, "Talk while we walk!"

Instantly, a spark of hope lit up in Sherilyn's eyes. "Oh, okay!"

Reaching the garage, Gilbert opened the rear car door, and the woman instinctively bent to get in.

"Who said you could get in?" His voice was ice-cold as he threw out the question.

"Uh... Mr. Johnson?" The woman was nervous and at a loss. Then where was she supposed to sit?

Frowning, Gilbert jerked his chin. "You're riding shotgun."

The woman's eyes widened in disbelief.

Sherilyn was also startled. Letting the girlfriend ride shotgun? What was he playing at?

"Get in!" But she didn't have time to ponder; Gilbert took her by the wrist and practically shoved her into the back seat.

As the car pulled away, Sherilyn was still in a daze, staring at the 'girlfriend's' head in the passenger seat, feeling a cold sweat break out over her.

"Hey!" Gilbert, annoyed at her constant staring, snapped to get her attention. "Didn't you have something to say?"

"Uh, yes!" Sherilyn snapped back to reality, turning to face him with her hands clasped tightly on her lap.

In a very sincere manner, she began, "Mr. Johnson, about the incident where Rebecca hurt Caroline..."

"Ugh!"

Gilbert was on the verge of exploding after just one sentence. "Mr. Johnson? Mr. Johnson? Mr. Johnson?"

Sherilyn paused, puzzled. Was there something wrong with that title? Seeing his dark expression confirmed there was. So, what should she call him? Trying a different approach, she corrected, "Gilbert..."

His expression didn't improve, but it didn't get worse either. He waved a hand, signaling her to continue.

Sherilyn bit her lip. "Rebecca didn't do it on purpose. They had a disagreement, and Caroline understands. She even dropped the charges..."

"So?" Gilbert propped his head with one hand, staring intently at her.

"Could you possibly..." Sherilyn found it hard to speak. "Could we settle this amicably? We're willing to cover the medical expenses, visit Caroline at the hospital..." "Tss." Gilbert couldn't help but scoff, looking at her with disdain. "You think I can't afford the medical bills? Or hire a nurse? Do I look like I'm short on cash?"