Whispers Turn

“Mr. Gilbert Colin was in a frenzy. The dressing room is full of ladies. You can’t just barge in there. It wouldn’t be propert 

His words halted Gilbert in his tracks. 

Indeed, if he barged in like that, what if he saw something he shouldn’t? 

He turned around, his gaze dropping to meet Colin’s. “Seems like you’re unwilling to hand her over, are you?” 

“Heh.” A grin spread across Colin’s face. “This is how we make our living, sir. If you’d be so kind as to come and watch her perform, I’ll reserve a spot just for you. The young lady would be ever so grateful.” 

Hmph. Gilbert scoffed, seeing right through Colin’s slick ways, like trying to grasp a slippery eel. Undoubtedly, he wouldn’t cause a scene over a dancer. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Want me to come watch?” A cold smile danced in Gilbert’s eyes. “Well, that’ll depend… on whether she’s got the talent.” 

After that, he strode out. 

Just a dancer, was she worth his attention? 

“Mr. Gilbert, take care! Do come again!” Colin bowed deeply, escorting him out. 

After leaving the Neon Nights Bar, Gilbert didn’t head back to Golden Oak Manor but went to the Southern District instead. His grandmother had just undergone surgery, and he had to stay by her side through the night. 

Sylvia had passed the critical phase but was still weak, spending more time asleep than awake. Nurses and caregivers were there through the night. 

Gilbert’s visit was mainly out of concern for unexpected complications. Thankfully, the night passed without incident. 

As dawn broke, Gilbert was awakened by his alarm. He had an important meeting in the morning and needed to prepare. After grabbing the clothes Charles had brought over, he stepped into the bathroom for a shower. Meanwhile, Sherilyn arrived at the hospital room door, about to enter. 

“You are…” Someone tapped her shoulder from behind. 

Turning, Sherilyn offered a smile. “Mr. Elliott.” 

“Hm?” Yates seemed surprised. “You know me?” 

Another person from her past who didn’t recognize her at first glance. Sherilyn was used to it and was about to introduce herself when… 

“Sherilyn?” To her surprise, Yates pronounced her name. 

“Yes.” She nodded, still smiling. 

“Ah.” Yates was visibly amazed, not sparing his compliments. “You’ve become so beautiful. I hardly recognized you.” 

Sherilyn lowered her head with a smile. “Thank you.” 

Yates asked, “Here to see Sylvia?” 

Sherilyn nodded. “Yes.” 

Yates smiled. “I am, too. Let’s go in together.” 

“Okay.” 

Being a gentleman, Yates opened the door for her. “Ladies first, please.” 

“Thank you.” Sherilyn tried to go into the room. 

Ever helpful, Yates waved it off. “Not at all.” 

Inside, a nurse was attending to Sylvia’s morning care. 

Yates gestured toward the sofa for Sherilyn. “Have a seat for now.” 

“Sure, thank you.” Sherilyn took a seat. 

Yates smiled at Sherilyn. “Would you like something to drink?” 

“No…” Before she could finish, Yates had headed to the kitchen. Returning, he carried two cups of coffee. “Are you fine by coffee?” 

“Yes, thanks.” Not wanting to decline his hospitality, Sherilyn picked up the cup. 

Yates encouraged her with a smile. “Go on, have a sip.” 

“Okay…” Sherilyn brought the cup to her lips and took a gulp. The bitterness made her instinctively furrow her brows. 

“What’s wrong?” Yates asked with concern. “Black coffee. I didn’t add anything. Not used to it? Want some sugar?” 

“No, it’s fine!” 

“Hold on a second.” Yates went and returned with sugar, pouring it into Sherilyn’s cup. “Is that enough?” 

Sherilyn nodded. “Yes, yes…” 

“Oops, too much!” Yates feigned a slip, startling Sherilyn. 

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“Ha!” Yates burst into laughter. “Just kidding.” 

After realizing the jest, Sherilyn gave him a resigned look. “You scared me.”