Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Sherilyn offered a brief smile before her gaze wandered over to where Gilbert was standing, engaged in conversation with Caleb Marshall and Blake. Catching her eye, he nodded with a smile and then made his way towards her. "Mr. Harrison, please, take a seat," Naomi said eagerly, pulling out a chair for him.

"Thank you," Gilbert replied politely, glancing at the script in Sherilyn's hand. "It's almost noon. How about we grab lunch together?"

Anticipating her refusal, he quickly added, "I've already spoken to Mr. Marshall and Blake, and they're on board."

Sherilyn couldn't help but snicker to herself. As if the directors would dare to refuse him. Yet, she shook her head, "No need, the crew has packed lunches. It would be a waste..." "Sherilyn, sis!" Naomi whispered, "I haven't picked up a packed lunch yet. It won't go to waste."

Sherilyn: ...

Such a 'little piggy'!

Gilbert's lips curved into a smile, "Looks like there are no packed lunches left. You'll just have to suffer through lunch with me."

Eventually, the two found themselves at a local diner known for its homestyle cooking.

Settled into a booth, Gilbert began sterilizing their utensils, "Not sure about the food here, but the ingredients are fresh."

Sherilyn, sipping water, watched him with a casual intensity.

"What's up?" Gilbert asked, touching his face, "Do I have something on my face?"

"No, it's not that..." Sherilyn trailed off, her lips pressing together before she asked, "How well do you know Karol?" "Karol?" Gilbert paused, a frown creasing his brow, "Not well. Isn't she your friend?"

"Not well?"

Sherilyn set down her glass, her voice laced with amusement, "Then how did she end up in the cast?"

It was a statement, not a question.

The casting change was too sudden to ignore. The original second lead actress dropped out, and Karol was in. "Sherilyn..."

"Is she your girl? Are you promoting her?" Sherilyn didn't hold back, her words firing off like a machine gun. "No, it's not like that..."

"I've seen it."

Sherilyn left no room for escape, "She has your number, you've messaged her."

A smirk played on her lips, her gaze sharp and clear.

"Mr. Nine, you're not someone who

with anyone. If you

just chats w there'

believe that? Ah..." Conto

nothing going on,

Suddenly, something occurred to her, and she asked sincerely.

"Are you here for me today, or for Karol? Did my assistant get it wrong? Should we call Karol over now?"

"Sherilyn!" Gilbert panicked, reaching across the table to grab her hand.

"Let me explain..."

"Hmm."

Sherilyn's lips curved in a mockery "Considering our relationship, who you're involved with isn't my business, but don't treat me like a fool, okay?"

She stood up, breaking free from his grasp.

"Sherilyn! Don't be mad!"

Gilbert followed suit, catching up to her and pulling her into his arms.

"Yes, I've been in touch with her! I did get her into the cast, but that's because I wanted her to look out for you."

"You ignore me, never share anything with me. I thought she could keep me in the loop!"

Sherilyn was taken aback. Was that the reason?

"It's true!"

Gilbert almost seemed to plead, a mix of amusement and desperation in his voice,."There's really nothing between us. You're all I want. Believe me, I'm not lying! I haven't even won I by

you over yet; why would I ruinon

cheating now? That would be suicidal."

With his arms wrapped around her waist, he looked both open and wronged.

"You're the only one for me. And you're all I want."