Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 99

Sylvia still thinks that Sherilyn is living at Golden Oak Manor. After all, with Gilbert owning multiple properties, it was natural for him to be the one to move out if needed.

Faced with an offer she couldn't refuse and fearing she might slip up if she said too much, Sherilyn reluctantly accepted, "Thanks, Sylvia. I'll accept it then."

"Why are you being so formal with me?" Sylvia shot Gilbert a glare. "Did you hear that? Why are you silent? Cat got your tongue?"

"I heard you," Gilbert replied reluctantly. "Don't worry, Grandma. I'll take care of it, okay?"

But inside, he scoffed. What was there to take care of? Did Sherilyn even care?

After a while, the two of them got up to leave. Gilbert and Sherilyn, one after the other, packed their things into the car's trunk. Then, one drove while the other sat quietly in the backseat, heading towards Serenity Street without exchanging a word.

Upon reaching the alley, the car stopped. Gilbert, with a stern face and in silence, unloaded the items from the trunk and placed them on the ground.

"Thanks for your help." Sherilyn glanced at the man, clearly impatient, and smoothed her hair. "Just leave it here. I can take it from here."

Upon hearing that, his expression turned even sourer.

She was going to haul it herself? Carrying all that heavy stuff, walking that far and up the stairs, and not even in one trip? In her eyes, was he just for show? "Sherilyn!"

Regardless of what he thought, Sherilyn bent down to pick up the items. Suddenly, someone called her name. Looking up, Sherilyn smiled, "Oh, it's you." Gilbert squinted as a skinny, plain-looking young guy drove up in a truck.

She was smiling at him? Someone she knew? What was their relationship?

The truck stopped in front of them, and the man got off, looking at Sherilyn, "I was just on my way to deliver some flour to you, worried you might not be home." The man owned a local grocery shop where Sherilyn often shopped, and they offered home delivery.

Sherilyn chuckled, "Isn't that a coincidence?"

his pocket, unwrapped it, and handed

was taken aback, silently thinking:

Sherilyn did dare. Thank you." Sherilyn smiled, accepting the

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into her mouth.

He was being ignored

smiled, unloading a bag of flour. "Let me help you carry this..." Then he noticed Gilbert and the pile of items on the ground. "Sherilyn, what's

merely pointing at the items. "These

The man objected, "You're a slender

down to pick up a basket

"Hey, no need..."

the man's shoulder, his eyes

Gilbert glanced at

hard and promptly put the basket down. "And that." Gilbert pointed at the

was at

his business whether

that guy?

Sherilyn was confused. "He runs the grocery where I buy my flour. He was

that all?" Gilbert pressed, narrowing his

'all?" Sherilyn

Fine then.

a one-sided thing from

slightly, bending down to lift the

"...Oh."

turned around, silently noting-she hadn't

at her, "Put the flour bag on top, and

his tone might have