Chapter 162


    On the left, she got nothing. She turned around and reached for the right. It was also empty.


    “No way,” Sherilyn looked at the man towering over her.


    Her clear eyes reflected his handsome features.


    “Ha,” Gilbert chuckled, whispering in her ear, “Try the inside pocket.”


    The inside pocket?


    She knew suits had an inner pocket. But for her to reach inside? No way! Wouldn’t that be like she


    was touching him?


    Sherilyn hesitated, her eyebrows knotted in confusion. What should she do?


    “Hurry up,” Gilbert urged her, “before people start thinking I’m trying to dine


    and dash.”


    With no other choice, Sherilyn made her move.


    Both hands ready, Gilbert raised an eyebrow, his Adam’s apple bobbing.


    The next second, she unbuckled his suit jacket and flipped the front open so she wouldn’t have to


    touch him. Reaching into the inner pocket, she retrieved the phone.


    Lifting her chin smugly, she showed Gilbert. “Got it!”


    “Hmm,” Gilbert grunted, amused. She was clever when she least needed to be! The phone was


    locked. Sherilyn picked it up, aimed it at his face for facial recognition, and paid the bill.


    Then, she slid the phone back into his pocket. “There, we can go now.”


    Gilbert agreed, “Yeah, let’s go.”


    Around the corner, Caroline watched everything with a pristine makeup look, her face


    expressionless. What was going on? Since when had they be so close? What had happened?


    Why there was a sudden change?


    12.05 mor


    Outside, Sherlyn was baffled.


    “Did David leave?” She red at the man. “You’ve been drinking. You can’t


    drive!”


    So, how were they supposed to get back? Walk?


    Gilbert arched an eyebrow, finding her feisty demeanor rather cute. “What are you worried about? I


    might be drunk, but you didn’t, You drive.”


    He remembered Sherilyn had her license, having obtained it in Sunhaven before going abroad,


    She’d often pestered him under the guise of needing to practice driving back then.


    Saying so, he tossed the car keys to her.


    “Hey!” Instinctively, Sherilyn caught them, “I don’t want to drive…


    But Gilbert had made himselffortable in the passenger seat.


    Left with no choice, Sherilyn begrudgingly took the driver’s seat. Her hands gripped the steering


    wheel, her nerves on edge. She had a license but hadn’t driven in years!


    “Don’t be nervous,” Gilbert chuckled, leaning over to buckle her seatbelt. “Take


    it slow. No rush.”


    Alright then.


    Sherilyn took a deep breath. “If I drive you home, can you… let me go back to Neon Nights Bar to


    dance?”


    Even then, she hadn’t forgotten why she’de to him today.


    “Just drive,” Gilbert raised an eyebrow, sidestepping her question. “I prefer not to discuss business


    in the car.”


    Fine. Sherilyn swallowed her frustration. After all, Mr. Johnson held all the


    cards.


    “Where to?” she asked.


    “Johnson Mansion.”


    “Alright.” Sherilyn leaned forward to set up the navigation, mentally reviewing the route. She


    reminded him, “Keep an eye on the road for me. If I make a


    wrong turn, give me a heads–up.”


    Gilbert nodded. “Sure, let’s go.”


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    Finally, the car slowly pulled away. Gilbert smirked, thinking, ‘Nailed it. She’s


    <ping home with me, and there was no escaping it!‘