Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

“What does that mean?”

Sherilyn froze, puzzled. Did she understand it correctly? No… that couldn’t be, could it?

“Sylvia?”

Sherilyn swallowed hard, asking uncertainly, “What kind of ‘like‘ are we talking about here?”

“Oh, dear…”

Sylvia set down her soup spoon, smiling warmly, “What other kind is there? Of course, I mean like a man and a woman. You know?”

To make sure Sherilyn understood, she added, “Like how you liked Jake back in the day.”

Sherilyn was confused. “Sylvia, why would you ask something like that?”

Just because Edgar had given her a lift home?

She shook her head, chuckling, “There’s nothing between us. We just bumped into each other, and he was kind enough to offer me a ride.”

“Is that all?”

Sylvia saw through her, “At your birthday party last week, didn’t I see you two hitting it off? You seemed quite compatible.”

“Sylvia!” Sherilyn was both amused and exasperated, “What are you talking about? There’s nothing…”

Sylvia thought she was just being shy and gently pressed, “I think he’s quite a catch, and he seems to fancy you too. Come on, be honest with me, do you like him a bit?*

“Ah?”

Now, Sherilyn couldn’t even force a smile.

Sylvia’s expression was serious, and her words carried weight.

Sherilyn frowned slightly, “Sylvia, I’m not sure what you’re getting at.”

“Oh dear…”

Sylvia sighed, wiping her mouth with a napkin.

Looking at Sherilyn, her eyes filled with affection.

“Sweetheart, all I want is to see you settled with someone worthy. Edgar’s a good man, comes from a decent family. But of course, the most important thing is that you like him…”

“Sylvia!” Sherilyn’s face went pale, shaking her head vehemently. “Stop joking, how could that even be possible?”

08:26

to a fine young man!

“Why would I joke about this?”

Sylvia frowned, “I would never joke about something as important as your future happiness. I’m seriously considering this for you.”

“Sylvia…”

Sherilyn was at a loss for words, finding the whole situation absurd.

“I know.” Sylvia waved off her concerns, “You’re just feeling unworthy, right?”

That was true, Sherilyn thought silently.

“Don’t worry.”

Sylvia was unfazed, “As long as you like him, there’s no question of worthiness! You’re an adopted daughter of the Johnson family; who would dare to look down on you? Sherilyn…” Sylvia’s voice cracked with emotion.

“It’s the Johnson family who has failed you, dear. I need to see you well–settled to be at peace.”

“Sylvia…”

Sherilyn felt overwhelmed, “I really don’t need…”

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Sylvia was stubborn, insisting, “Your last attempt, Gilbert told me all about it… It’s my fault. for not being there for you. This time, I’ll personally make sure to find you someone deserving.”

Sherilyn was speechless, unsure of what to say.

Whatever Sylvia was thinking, it didn’t matter. There was nothing between her and Edgar, and there never would be.

“I have my plans, dear. I just wanted you to know so you wouldn’t worry.”

Sylvia stood up, “It’s getting late, 1 should retire.”

“Let me help you, Sylvia.” Sherilyn stood as well, offering her arm to Sylvia.

Just then, Gilbert walked in with a tray carrying bowls of soup.

“What took you so long to get some soup?”

Sylvia shot a displeased look at her grandson, releasing Sherilyn, “You don’t need to help me. Go on, finish your soup. Be good.”

“Of course, Sylvia.”

“Good girl.”