Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

She really didn't want to go to the party tonight.

Tonight was the launch party for the Johnson Group's new product line. Caroline and Francis would be there, too.

Francis was recovering well, now able to stand on his own, take a few steps, and even put together a few short sentences.

It wouldn't be long before he was back at the Johnson Group, fully recovered. Tonight's celebration was also a way to signal this to everyone.

Sherilyn understood why Gilbert had asked her to come; it was to show Francis and Caroline that they were indeed together and 'stable' so they could rest easy. So, she couldn't refuse. After all, if she was using him as a cover, she had to let him benefit somehow.

Checking the time, Sherilyn grabbed her purse and headed out early to Twilight Trail. David wasn't far behind.

"Ms. Sherilyn," David greeted with a smile as he opened the car door for her, “I'm a bit late, hop in.”Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Sure."

David drove her to Westwood Avenue; the Johnson family always ordered their party attire from a boutique there.

Inside the shop, the sales associate was having a hard time explaining to Caroline, "Ms. Bet, I'm sorry, but this dress is not for sale."

“Not for sale?” Caroline was unfazed. “What's the big deal? It's still hanging here, right? That means its owner hasn't come to take it away yet, so it could still change owners, right?"

"This is..."

"Look," Caroline waved dismissively, "Let's not waste time. Name your price? I'm willing to pay double to take it home."

She couldn't stop admiring the dress in front of her. "It's gorgeous, exactly my taste.”

The sales associate was at a loss, "Ms. Bet, the dress you originally chose is also quite stunning..."

"But I prefer this one." Caroline was relentless. "Here's what we'll do: K won't make it difficult for you. Just contact its owner, and I'll talk to her,

okay?"

"This is..."

As the sales associate struggled to respond, David opened the door and ushered Sherilyn inside. It was Sherilyn's first visit and the associate didn't recognize her. But she arrived right on schedule, and with Gilbert's instructions, the associate had a guess.

"Welcome," the associate greeted Sherilyn, "Are you Sherilyn, Ms. Gomez?"

"Yes." Sherilyn nodded with a soft smile.

"Ms. Gomez, welcome." The associate gestured, "The dress Mr. Johnson arranged for you is ready."

Sherilyn saw it, but at the moment, someone else had their eyes on her dress.

“Sherilyn?” Caroline was taken aback, her grip on the dress loosening, "I see, it's yours."

"Yeah." Sherilyn smiled lightly. "Do you like it?"

"I do." Caroline didn't mince words. “I

really like it. From its overall design to the smallest detail, and..." She paused, then added, “Tonight is Francis's first public appearance at the Johnson Group since waking up. I wanted to look my best standing beside him..."

Sherilyn raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

After a moment, Caroline sighed with a mix of regret. "It's okay, a true lady doesn't take what others love. Don't worry, I won't fight you for it. It's all yours."

Oh. Sherilyn almost laughed out loud. Listen to that tone, as if she was generously letting her have it!