Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Sherilyn caught a ride back to Golden Oak Manor to grab her luggage. The mere thought of not having to deal with Gilbert made her whole being sigh in relief.

After taking the subway to the city center, she hopped on a bus and stopped to withdraw some cash from an ATM. It was rush hour, and the streets were full of cars and swarming with people.

Tonight, Gilbert was supposed to have dinner at Yates‘ house.

Traffic ground to a halt as her bus approached a crossroads.

“Huh?” David, the driver, suddenly pointed out the window. “Isn’t that Ms. Sherilyn over there?”

Engrossed in some documents on his phone, Gilbert looked up.

It was indeed Sherilyn. Her slender figure was squeezed into the crowd, dressed in a white T–shirt and light blue jeans, her hair cascading down her back like seaweed.

She looked innocent yet alluring. In modern parlance, that was a mix of purity and desire.

Gilbert frowned. What was Sherilyn doing there? She was in severe pain the day before, refusing medication, and there she was, running around again. And she was without a job, always loafing around.

“Ms. Sherilyn!” Before Gilbert could utter a word, David had rolled down the window and

waved st

at Sherilyn. “Over here!”

Hearing him, Sherilyn turned around, a moment of hesitation before she stepped closer offering David a smile. “Hi, David.”

Then, she glanced toward the back seat. She could only glimpse Gilbert’s profile through the window, unable to discern his expression.

“Well… Seeing Gilbert remain silent, David felt awkward. “Ms. Sherilyn, where are you going?”

“I’m heading back to Golden Oak Manor‘ Sherilyn replied with a smile, looking as truthful as ever.

“Oh, I see.” David looked toward Gilbert, seeking guidance. “Mr. Gilbert, Ms. Sherilyn is heading back to Golden Oak Manor, and I was wondering…

He wondered if they should give Sherilyn a lift.

However, Gilbert returned to his phone, showing no sign of response.

“Well…” David chuckled nervously, more embarrassed than ever.

Sherilyn didn’t want to make it difficult for him. “David, it’s okay. I’ll be going then. Bye.”

David smiled awkwardly, replying, “Ah, goodbye.”

Sherilyn turned and merged back into the crowd, soon disappearing.

“Ah… David couldn’t help but sigh. He was an old hand in the Johnson family and sometimes could speak freely with Gilbert. “Mr. Gilbert, getting a ride at this hour is hard. Would it hurt to give Ms. Sherilyn a lift?”

“Hard to get a ride?” Gilbert put away his phone and raised an eyebrow. “No worries. She’s got nowhere to be. No rush”

“You, um…” David was helpless and speechless Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

As a veteran in the Johnson family, he knew Mr.

Ir. Gilbert wasn’t fond of Sherilyn.

“Enough” Gilbert waved his hand dismissively. “You know how Sherilyn is. Considering her pushy nature, she’ll cling to me non–stop if Invite her in. I don’t need that trouble.”

Besides, she didn’t want his help, did she? So why bother? it was better to let her have her way.

David didn’t give up. “Mr. Gilbert…”

“David,” Gilbert gestured for him to start the car. “Let’s go. The traffic’s moving”

David nodded. “Oh, right.”

Meanwhile, Sherilyn got back to Golden Oak Manor, sweating after being packed like a sardine on the crowded bus ride. She was there to collect her luggage, which was easy since she hadn’t unpacked. She only had to drag it away.

Settling down on the living room sofa, she pulled the cash she had withdrawn from the ATM and counted it. it was a total of $5200 Then, she took out a blank envelope, penned a few lines on it, and stuffed the $5200 inside before placing it on the coffee table.