Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 408

Chapter 408 

Who else could have saved her if not Sherilyn? 

After the incident, she couldn’t even get in touch with Eddy Jones! 

Relying on Eddy to save her? By the time the police might want him for identification, she could have well been gone. 

“Don’t say that.” 

At this point, Sherilyn’s heart sank. “It’s all because of me that you’re in this mess. Go back and rest, get some good sleep.” 

Glancing at the man next to her, “I’ve got things to take care of. We’ll talk once you’re rested, alright?” 

“Sure, you go on!” 

Rebecca ended the call, took a turn at the corner, and lightly walked toward the bus stop. 

Under the maple tree outside the police station, Francis sat in his car, silently watching that fading figure through the glass window. 

Until she disappeared into the crowd. 

“Mr. Francis,” Sawyer whispered, “Shall we go?” 

“Yeah.” Francis nodded, retracting his gaze. 

“Mr. Francis,” Sawyer spoke again, “Rebecca’s husband has been absent from start to finish, don’t you think we should…” 

“No need.” Francis cut him off before Sawyer could finish. 

With a composed expression on his handsome, scholarly face, he spoke indifferently, “As long as she’s okay, that’s all that matters. Her life is her business, not ours. Got it?” 

Hearing this, Sawyer shivered slightly, “Yes, Mr. Francis, I’ll remember that. 

Westridge Road, FOUR hours. 

“Mr. Johnson, have a look…” 

The shop assistant beamed, leading the way, followed by Sherilyn, who had just changed 

into a new outfit. 

After reaching an agreement, Gilbert insisted on bringing her here to pick something she liked. 

The outfit she was now wearing was his choice. 

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Unlike Caroline’s preference for a ladylike style this was more casual with a touch of delicacy ingenious detail, yet without losing its 

“Beautiful.” Gilbert smiled, holding Sherilyn’s hand, “You look great in it. Do you like it?” 

“…Yeah.” 

Sherilyn hesitated before nodding. 

She wanted to deny it, to put him in his place. But this outfit… was indeed a good choice. 

“Really? That’s great.” 

With a quick movement, Gilbert wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to his chest, a mix of pride and appeasement in his action. 

“See, I do know what you like. You’ve wronged me.” 

This was partly Gilbert’s fault. 

He did instruct FOUR hours to deliver women’s clothing to Golden Oak Manor but didn’t specify, and FOUR hours, without asking, delivered them in the usual style they sent to the Johnson family.