Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Saul, the bouncer from the Neon Nights Bar, was the one who posted those pictures of Sherilyn and Ernest Smith online.

Gilbert raised an eyebrow, "Is he here?"

"Yes!" Nolan nodded. "At the back garden gate."

He wouldn't dare disturb the young master late at night if he hadn't brought the guy.

"Alright, I'll be there in a bit..."

Sherilyn was still having dinner; he had to wait for her to finish and ensure her safe return home before he could deal with the situation. Unexpectedly, Sherilyn came out of the dining room.

She had overheard parts of their conversation, especially the name 'Saul'.

"Did you find him?"

"Sherilyn?" Gilbert turned around. "You heard?"

"Yeah." Sherilyn nodded, stepping closer and looking up at him. "Are you going to meet him? I want to come with you!"

It was her concern; she wanted to know who she had offended.

"Sherilyn."

Gilbert took her hand, "Go have your dinner..."

"You're not letting me go?" Sherilyn frowned. "Why? It's my issue. I have the right to know the truth. I want to go."

A hint of anger was already visible in her expression.

"No," Gilbert sighed, shaking his head. "I didn't say you couldn't come."

Initially, he hadn't planned to bring Sherilyn along.

If Saul got tricky, there might be unpleasant methods used, and he was worried Sherilyn would be frightened...

But now, he had no choice but to take her.

Compromising, he coaxed her, "Finish your meal first, then we'll go together, okay?"

"I'm done."

Sherilyn nodded. "Let's go now."

Gilbert had no choice but to glance at Nolan, "Bring him to the back garden."

"Yes, Mr. Nine."

...

In the back garden.

The early spring evening was quite chilly. Since Sherilyn wasn't wearing a jacket, Gilbert draped his cashmere cardigan around her, even buttoning it up for her. "Still cold?"

"Not anymore." Sherilyn shook her head. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

"Let's go!"

Nolan arrived with the guest, and because Saul was dragging his feet, a bodyguard kicked his knee...

"Hurry up! Making Mr. Nine wait, you've got some nerve!"

"Ouch!"

swnov

Saul yelped, tumbling to the ground, immediately grimacing in pain.

"You stay here, don't get too close."

Gilbert patted Sherilyn's hand and walked straight up to Saul, looking down at him.

With a cold smirk, he ordered, "Look up!"

"..." Saul's face twisted as he looked up.

Seeing Gilbert, his complexion turned ashen, "Mr. Gilbert... no, Mr. Nine!"

Gilbert didn't respond, just gestured towards Sherilyn, "Let her get a good look at your face!"

"Uh, yes, yes!"

Saul complied, turning his face towards Sherilyn.

Under the garden lights, Sherilyn saw his face clearly and frowned, "You?"

"Do you recognize him?"

"Yeah." Sherilyn nodded.

She had no recollection when she heard the name 'Saul' before, but she remembered his face as the bouncer from the Neon Nights P

But she was confused, "What grudge do you have against me? Why would you harm me?"

This matter had to be cleared up.

Otherwise, it would always be a lurking threat.

"I..."

Saul opened his mouth, hesitantly stuttering, "I just didn't like you... Ah!"

Before he could finish, a bodyguard brutally kicked him in the back.

"!"

Sherilyn was startled, instantly turning her face away.

"Don't look!"

Suddenly, it was dark as Gilbert's warm palm covered her eyes. knew it would be like this;

I didn't want you to

belongs to en.kikist

why