Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

In front of Sylvia earlier, Sawyer couldn't speak his mind.

"Yes, Mr. Francis." Sawyer lowered his voice out of habit, "The thing is, do you know who hurt Ms. Bet?"

There was obviously more to his words.

Francis frowned, but how was he supposed to guess out of thin air?

"Someone I know?"

"Yes." Sawyer nodded, "It's Rebecca."

It was her!

Francis was startled, his grip tightening on his thighs.

The air turned thick with tension.

Without a word from Francis, Sawyer didn't dare to continue.

After a long silence, Francis finally spoke, "Prepare the car, we're going to the police station. Notify Edwin Morris."

"Yes, Mr. Francis."

Once Francis mentioned Edwin Morris' name, Sawyer understood what he meant.

Golden Oak Manor.

Standing at the front door for a while, Sherilyn finally lifted her hand to ring the doorbell.

"Come in."

The door opened almost the moment she pressed the button, with Gilbert's voice coming through the intercom, sounding as if he'd been waiting right by the entrance.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Sherilyn pushed the door open and walked in.

"You're here?"

Gilbert, with his arms crossed, leaned against the wall in the foyer, tilting his chin up and pointing to the floor.

"Got your slippers out."

"Thanks."

After changing her shoes, Gilbert led the way into the living room and sat down on the couch.

He wasn't in a suit today, wearing a cashmere sweater and casual trousers instead, his hair unstyled with bangs hanging over his forehead, making him look somewhat more down-to-earth.

"Sit." Gilbert patted the spot next to him.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Sherilyn hesitated for a moment, then sat down on a separate sofa next to him.

Immediately, Gilbert's gaze darkened, "I thought, by coming here, you'd made up your mind."

"I have." Sherilyn nodded, "I've made up my mind."

"Oh?" Gilbert's voice was cool, his laugh tinged with barely noticeable tension and anticipation.

"Then tell me, what's your decision?"

Sherilyn pressed her lips together, looking straight at him.

"I agree, let's make up."

YES! Perfect! Just as expected!

Inside, Gilbert was overjoyed, a smile spreading uncontrollably across his face as he patted the spot next to him.

"Come sit here, why are you so far away?"

Sherilyn frowned, "Let me finish."

"What? Go ahead." Gilbert nodded eagerly, "Do you have any conditions? Just tell me."

"Alright."

Sherilyn poured out everything she had thought about overnight.

"You said before, without a fundamental issue, I can't suggest breaking up. I want to clarify what counts as a fundamental issue." "Do we even need to discuss that?"

Gilbert laughed, dismissively, "Do you really think I wouldn't know? Don't worry, I won't cheat,

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"Gilbert, listen carefully."

Sherilyn didn't want to hear his grand statements, cutting him off coldly.

Her tone was gentle yet firm.

"If you

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Her clear eyes were unwavering as she stared at him.

"Can you do that? If so, forget I ever mentioned breaking up. If not, please don't bully me." Sherilyn's eyes were slightly red, her words so convincing even she almost believed them.

After all, she had 'practiced' all night, her voice even quivering slightly,- won't accept not being the most important person in my boyfriend's

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