NovelEnglishChapter 390 "Yes," Sherilyn nodded with a smile, "Hot stuff! Jenna, you're awesome, cooling it down all by yourself." "Mmm." Jenna, with her head down, joyfully devoured the cheesy baked sweet potato.
"Yummy, mom's cooking is the best." "Take it easy, honey." Sherilyn stood up. "I will go make you smilk." After preparing the milk and handing the bottle to Jenna, Sherilyn's phone rang.
It was Gilbert.
Sherilyn immediately frowned. What did he want? Hadn't she made herself clear? She cut the call, refusing to answer.
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[I'm downstairs. Your call, do you cdown, or shall I cup?] Sherilyn's heart skipped a beat. She hurried to the window, lifting the curtain to peek outside-there was Gilbert's Bentley, arrogantly parked there.
Not sure if he was also looking up at her, her phone rang again.
This time, it was another call.
Sherilyn, having no choice, answered.
Downstairs, Gilbert sat in his car, looking up towards the window.
"You're sharing a place, and with a kid, it's not convenient forto go up. But, in my rush, convenience is the last thing on my mind, don't you think?" After a pause, his tone becfirmer, "Sherilyn, are you coming down?" What other choice did she have? Sherilyn, holding her breath, replied, "Wait for me." "Good, I'll be waiting." Five minutes later, Sherilyn cdownstairs.
"Sherilyn." As she emerged from the doorway, Gilbert got out of the car, walking around to the passenger side. "Get in." Sherilyn frowned in resistance, but knowing this place wasn't safe, especially if Sophia decided to cdown with Jenna, she reluctantly got into the car.
1/2 12:16 As soon as they drove out of the neighborhood, Sherilyn turned to Gilbert. "What do you want? Spit it out." Gilbert, gripping the steering wheel with a smirk on his lips, said, "I'm taking you somewhere. You're off today, right?" Sherilyn didn't understand his tone. “What do you mean? Where are you taking me? What does my day off have to do with you? Have you forgotten we broke up?" They just broke up last night! Gilbert didn't respond, acting as if he hadn't heard her.
Sherilyn grew anxious. "Where are you taking me?" She wasn't about to go on a date with him! "What's the rush?" Gilbert glanced at her, casually saying, "You'll know when we get there" Sherilyn had a vague memory of it; it seemed to lead to Westwood Drive, Westwood Drive was practically a strip of high-end boutiques. Why was he taking her there? Upon arriving at Westwood Drive, the car stopped.
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Gilbert led Sherilyn into FOUR hours, a place she recognized as the go-to boutique for the Johnson family's wardrobe. As they approached, the boutique manager greeted them warmly.
"Mr. Johnson, welcome." The manager smiled at Sherilyn. "Ms. Gomez, pleasure to see you." Sherilyn raised an eyebrow. She was recognized? "Please, cin." "Sure," Gilbert nodded slightly, taking Sherilyn by the hand into the boutique.
The manager knew Sherilyn was the star today.
Earlier, Mr. Charles had called, mentioning the dissatisfaction with the last batch of women's clothing sent to Ms. Gomez, and Mr. Johnson was not pleased! "Ms. Gomez." The manager followed Sherilyn closely, apologizing with a sheepish grin.
"Sorry the last batch of clothes didn't hit the mark. What kind of style are It kind of ури u into? I can suggest soptions that might be a better fit, "Huh?"
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