Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Can't do it, huh?" Sherilyn wasn't finished yet. With a sly smile, she continued, "If you can't manage that, there's another way." "What?" Gilbert's eyes snapped up, a flicker of hope?

Sherilyn let out a soft, barely noticeable scoff. "This one's even simpler."

She lifted her hand, hooking Gilbert's tie and winding it around her finger, looping it over and over.

"Just promise me, from now on, you won't see her in secret. Anything to do with her, you're not to interfere! Can you do that?"

Compared to the earlier 'apology,' this was equally impossible.

"Sherilyn." Gilbert tried to explain, "Caroline and I have grown up together. She means a lot to me..."

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Sherilyn wasn't buying his excuses, waving him off, "If you can't, you can't. Why bother saying more?"

Of course, she knew he couldn't do it. What she wanted was for him to fail!

"See?" Sherilyn sighed in feigned disappointment. "It's not that I'm not giving you a chance, you just don't have any sincerity. Well, it looks like it's over for us."

Her hand withdrew, releasing his tie. "Honestly, you're not irreplaceable. You just need a shield; any woman would do. With Mr. Gilbert's credentials, just a wave of your hand, and you'd have your pick of women, no? So, I wish Mr. Gilbert the best in finding a new girlfriend soon. Bye-bye."

With a wave of her hand and a smile that quickly faded to an emotionless face, she turned and walked away.

Gilbert watched her leave, his gaze darkening.

The next day.

Sherilyn didn't go to the dance studio; she had a photoshoot for a promotional poster about the dance group, with an external team hired for the job.

By the time she arrived, Rebecca and the makeup artist were already there.

"Rebecca, am I late?"

"Not at all." Rebecca made a face, gesturing inside. "Not sure if we can even shoot today. Let's wait and see."

"What's the issue?"

"Look." Rebecca whispered.

It was a problem with the location.

The previous group was still using it. And with just ten minutes to go, there was no sign they were wrapping up.

The dance group definitely couldn't start on time.

"It's a big star," Rebecca said with a gossip-thirsty tone, her voice even softer.

"Who?" Sherilyn, amused, joined in the gossip.

Rebecca said, "Caroline."

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Rebecca grimaced, "Big stars really do play by their own rules, going head-to-head with a director."

With the location taken, they were stuck doing nothing. Sherilyn smiled, "I'll head to the restroom then." "Sure, go ahead."

Sherilyn turned towards the restroom.

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into the shooting set.

"Sorry to interrupt..."

Sherilyn was about to ask someone for directions, "Could you tell me how to..." Before she could finish, the person she addressed turned around.

"It's you."

her look a mix of scorn and

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indifference, pointing, "There, that's your way out."

Sherilyn hadn't expected to run into her; it was just like the saying, 'enemies often cross each other's paths.'

"Thanks." She managed to say, face expressionless.

"Take care."

As Sherilyn took a step, Caroline lifted her leg, stretching it towards Sherilyn's path...