Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1167

Joyce stood there, mouth slightly open, staring at him in utter shock. She couldn't even find her words-her mind was just blank.

It wasn't like she'd never been confessed to before. But growing up, she always kept her head in her books. Any guy who'd tried to ask her out was politely turned down in three sentences or less.

Then she left for grad school overseas. The further she went in her studies, the busier she got, and honestly, the less attention she paid to dating altogether.

Sure, she'd just sat through a blind date-her mom's idea, classic-but that felt more like a job interview than anything. What she was feeling now with Galen was... completely different.

One was about checking off boxes. The other was like... chemistry. Electricity. And she had to admit, the latter was making her heart race.

"But..."

The first thought that popped into her head was, "Why? You're like... my little brother."

Little brother?

Galen let out a half-laugh, half-sigh. "I'm your friend's brother, Joyce. Not yours." "Still," she mumbled, "you're younger than me..."

So that's her problem? Galen wasn't surprised; most women didn't want to date a younger guy.

"But come on," he pressed, raising an eyebrow, "I'm only two years younger. Two years is nothing. Besides, you hardly act older than me. If anything, you seem younger."

He wasn't wrong. Joyce had spent so long in the academic bubble, buried in books and theories, she sometimes felt like she'd missed out on real-world experience.

"But..."

steady her heart, stammering, "Why do you even like

"Saw you at the airport that day.

stunned. She'd always

voice steadier now, more confident. "Can I take you out? I mean,

"..."

the way he was looking

go," she

hurried off, not even watching where she was going. Beep,

Suddenly, headlights flashed from

her

slowly

cup her hand

the glare.

"Joyce!"

arm shot out, pulling her back behind him before she could step into the car's

"Hey, watch it!"

She stumbled back, hea

passed.

cars usually along-but still, getting hit wouldn't

just because

"Th-thank you..."

finally caught

Galen's arm,