Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

“Sylvia?” Both Gilbert and Sherilyn froze, puzzled by the remark.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Sylvia couldn’t help but laugh, her comment directed at Gilbert.

She then turned to Sherilyn, gently grasping her hand to offer comfort. “Don’t worry, dear. I’m only looking out for you.”

Then, Sylvia turned to Gilbert again. “If you have any decency, you’d get what I mean. Sherilyn’s all alone. After everything she’s been through because of me, the least I can do is ensure she’s well taken care of before I can rest easy.”

“Sylvia…” Sherilyn’s brows furrowed in worry, shaking her head, “I can take care of myself.” Sylvia ignored her protest, keeping her eyes locked on Gilbert.

“I need to see you looking after Sherilyn, treating her like your sister. I need to know she’s happy and content until she finds a place where she truly belongs. If she’s not doing well, don’t expect to have any peace yourself! Do you catch my drift?” Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“I do.” Gilbert nodded, understanding the gravity of his responsibility toward Sherilyn, regardless of their relationship status.

“Just words?” Sylvia’s tone sharpened, questioning his sincerity.

Gilbert got the message instantly. “Don’t worry, Grandma, I know what to do.”

“Hmm.” Sylvia nodded, scrutinizing her grandson’s face, which seemed off. “What’s with that face? Are you not willing?”

“No, it’s not that.” Gilbert hurried to clarify, unsure why his emotions were in turmoil.

“Don’t worry, Grandma. Since I’ve promised, I’ll take good care of her. Sherilyn, I’ll take your as my sister from now on.”

At the mention of ‘sister, Sherilyn’s eyelashes fluttered, her head bowed to hide the sneer tugging at her lips.

“Okay, it’s settled.” Sylvia waved them off, “Off you go now. I’ve got Sherilyn here with me.”

Gilbert said with concern, “Sufe. Grandma, take care.”

Sylvia sighed. “Will do.”

As Gilbert turned to leave, closing the door behind him, he saw Sherilyn peeling an apple and offering a slice to Sylvia. “Sylvia, try this. It’s super sweet.”

Sylvia tasted it. “Hmm, indeed, sweet, just like our sweet Sherilyn!”

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Once outside. Gilbert pondered Sherilyn’s motives. Was it some reverse psychology?

But her insistence on Sylvia and her disinterest in him seemed genuine. Then, it had to be

true

A few days later, it was nearly midnight when Sherilyn stepped out of the Neon Nights Bar. The dance competition’s schedule varied nightly. It wasn’t very late for Sherilyn to finish. her work that night. She had other nights ended even later.

Sherilyn hurried to the bus stop, hoping to catch the last bus home. After waiting about ten minutes without seeing the bus, she realized she had missed it.

But it was no big deal. The city center was bustling, and unlike previous times, plenty of bikes were available for sharing. Sherilyn walked toward the nearest bike stand across the street, waiting for the light to turn green.

Meanwhile, after wrapping up a night of mingling, Gilbert was on his way back to Golden. Oak Manor. He’d had a bit to drink, not enough to get drunk, but on an empty stomach, he felt slightly nauseous and was resting in the backseat.

“Huh?” Suddenly, David, his driver, pointed out the window, “Mr. Gilbert, isn’t that Ms. Sherilyn?”

Oh? Gilbert opened his eyes at David’s prompt and took a good look. Indeed, it was her. Glancing at David, he remarked, “Your eyesight never fails, always spotting her.“