Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 13

Sherilyn was about to head to her next destination when her phone buzzed.

Sherilyn quickly swiped to answer, “Sylvia?”

“Sherilyn, where are you?” asked Sylvia

Sherilyn glanced around at the bustling crowd and traffic, “Oh, just out and about Sunhaven has changed a lot

“Yes, it has.” At the other end, Sylvia chuckled. “No nesh, take your time to explore now that you’re back. You’ll get used to it soon enough”

Then, Sylvia’s voice changed as she got to the reason she was calling. “It’s been four years since you left Sunhaven, dear. I’ve planned a little welcome back party for you”

“What?” Sherilyn was surprised and felt it was unnecessary, refusing outright. “Sylvia, there’s no need for any party”

“Eh? How can you say there’s no need?” Sylvia disagreed, “You’re Gilbert’s wife. Everyone needs to see you’re back. Otherwise, people might start thinking Gilbert is still a bachelor”

Hearing that, Sherlyn couldn’t help but smirk. Indeed, Gilbert was living like a bachelor

“Sylvia, it’s not necessary. Sherlyn tried to refuse again..

“But it is” Sylvia sighed, “Your grandmother’s only regret before she passed was worrying about you. She entrusted you to my hands and asked me to take good care of you: Sherilyn, I haven’t been able to look after you these years. Tell me, are you upset with me?”

“Of course not, Sylvia.” Sherilyn quickly denied it.

It seemed there was no way to refuse. “Fine, let’s do it your way then.”

She was just an actor in this play, showing up as a gesture of gratitude for Sylvia’s five years of care.

“That’s my girl” Sylvia was pleased. “I’ll make sure everything is set up nicely. You’ll be the star of the evening.”

“Thank you, Sylvia” After hanging up, Sherilyn let out a long sigh, her interest in house hunting gone. It was getting late, so she decided to head back to Golden Oak Manor.

Stepping off the bus, she stopped by the neighborhood grocery store to pick up a few loaves of bread.

Gilbert had forbidden her from cooking, so bread it was. The bread was expensive. Unfortunately, she found no markets nearby to buy something cheaper like she might have done back home.

After returning to Golden Oak Manor Sherilyn ate her bread with water, saving the rest in the fridge for later meals.

Then, changing into her practice clothes, she began to dance.

As the saying goes, a minute on stage takes ten years of practice. Being a dancer, Sherilyn couldn’t afford to skip one day of hard work. That night, Gilbert didn’t come home. Not that Sherlyn cared much Even during the two months of their marriage, it wasn’t like he came home every night.

She would pester him then, asking, “Where were you last night?” Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

His response was always a cold stare and an impatient tone, “What’s it to you? Don’t think you can meddle in my affairs because you’re Mrs. Johnson now! You got what you wanted, being Mrs. Johnson. Il provide for you, so enjoy your life.”

Thinking back, Sherilyn realized how foolish she had been.

She slept without dreams. The next day, Sherilyn resumed her house hunting. She had seen quite a few places online and visited them all A After spending the whole day, she finally found one she liked.

Just as she was about to contact the agent, her phone rang. It was Gilbert

Sherilyn answered indifferently, “Hello.”

“Where are you?” His tone was immediately impatient.

“Why aren’t you at Golden Oak Manor?”

Hmm? Sherlyn was surprised. His question implied he was at Golden Oak Manor right then.

Instead of answering his question, Sherilyn asked, “Do you need something?”

“You’re asking me now?” Gilbert’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “Didn’t Grandma tell you the welcome–back party she planned for you?” Oh! Sherilyn remembered. “Is it tonight?”