Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

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Unlock the content CLICK HERE TO WATCH THE What more could she say? "Don't cry." Gilbert let her go, his hands cradling her face, fingertips gently wiping away her tears, his voice filled with tenderness.

"Your eyes are all swollen. I'll have the waiter bring sice. You'll need to apply it, or else it'll be hard to put on makeup for the set." Saying this, he leaned over to press the service bell.

"Waiter, cin..." Shortly after, a waiter entered, "Mr. Johnson, how can I assist you?" "It's like this..." Sherilyn watched silently, this man, employing the cruelest and most et despicable means, yet actin ostet è and gentleness! Cing w She closed her eyes tightly, as if plunging into an abyss! After applying ice to her eyes, the meal was served.

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Gilbert served Sherilyn a bowl of porridge, asking her, "Do you have Twitter?" "..." Sherilyn didn't understand why he asked, but nodded, "Yes." She hadn't had one before, but had registered after joining a dance troupe in Sunhaven for promotional performances. Otherwise, she barely used it.

"Good." Gilbert took out his phone, holding her the one with the ring-and ed their fingers, taking SWOO they intertwined their and a photo.

Then, he opened his Twitter.

He rarely used Twitter, but since the Johnson Group owned Nexus Media Group, it was sometimes necessary.

He typed a few words and posted a tweet.

Putting down the phone, he looked at Sherilyn, "Open your Twitter and handyour phone."

What was he up to now? Sherilyn frowned, but she was too drained to contend with him. She took out her phone; opened Twitter, and handed it to him. "I'll be in the restroom." Sherilyn couldn't care less, standing up to go to the ensuite restroom.

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The suite had its own restroom. She e closed the door behind her,om standing in front of the sink, turning on the tap, staring at her reflection in the mirror. "Jenna, Jenna..." Muttering to herself, she began to cry again. "Ah..." In her life, she was never in control! Either abandoned or coerced!

Through the door, Gilbert heard her crying over the sound of runningm water, lowering the hand that was about to knock. A minute later, two tweets went viral, crashing the servers.

"My little girl, Mrs. Johnson@Sherilyn." From Gilbert.

"My dear Mr. Johnson@Gilbert." From Sherilyn.

The photo showed their hands clasped together, a slender, fair hand of a girl adorned with a ruby ring.

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