Whispers Turn

With a dismissive flick of his wrist, as if discarding something filthy, Ernest’s confusion bubbled to the surface. Catching the object tossed at him, he found himself staring at the ring he had given to Sherilyn. 

Sherilyn’s gaze shot up, locking onto Gilbert. Hadn’t he thrown that ring away the other night? Apparently not. 

Ernest’s smile faded, turning into a grimace as his amusement slipped away. It all became clear to him. 

Sherilyn had moved on, choosing Gilbert over him… That was fine. After all, Gilbert was younger, wealthier, and lacked the hesitations that plagued Ernest. 

Pocketing the ring, Ernest faced Sherilyn with a forced smile. “Forget everything I just said. You… being with Mr. Gilbert is a stroke of luck for you. I’ll be on my way then.” 

What? 

Sherilyn was stunned. Did Ernest really believe she and Gilbert were an item? 

That was the last thing she needed – Gilbert was the last person she’d be with! Misunderstood in such a way, she was on the verge of exploding with frustration. 

“I, I’m not…” Sherilyn’s voice was a hoarse whisper, desperate to clear the misunderstanding. 

“Enough,” Gilbert snapped, glaring at her. “The doctor said no talking. Do you want to lose your voice completely?” 

Her silence only served to fuel Gilbert’s annoyance. Was she actually developing feelings for Ernest? 

Sherilyn was at a loss for words. 

Seeing the evident tension, Ernest offered a bitter smile and nodded to Gilbert. “Mr. Gilbert, I’ll be leaving.” With that, he turned and left swiftly. 

Sherilyn made a move to follow, but Gilbert’s sharp call halted her. “Sherilyn!” 

His grip 

ip on her wrist was firm, stopping her in her tracks. “Don’t you dare follow him,” he growled, the frustration evident in his voice. 

With a sigh of resignation, Gilbert loosened his tie and led Sherilyn inside, slamming the door behind them. 

Still puzzled by his anger, Sherilyn turned her head away, refusing to look at him. 

Gilbert, unable to hold back his irritation, forced her to look at him. “What’s with that face? Are you really into that old man? Do you lack a father figure that much, Sherilyn?” 

Her face flushed with anger. “It’s none of your business!” 

Realization hit Gilbert. He had crossed a line. Sherilyn had grown up without her parents. She did lack a father figure. 

“I…” Gilbert struggled to apologize, his pride making it difficult to express regret, especially to Sherilyn, whom he had always disliked. 

“Get out!” Sherilyn’s voice was sharp, her patience worn thin. 

Feeling guilty, Gilbert didn’t resist as she pushed him out the door, which almost snapped. shut on his nose as it closed. 

Rubbing his nose, Gilbert muttered under his breath about her temper, a mix of admiration and annoyance in his tone. 

Ernest flicked his wrist, as if tossing away something dirty. “What?” he muttered, catching the object. It was the ring he had given Sherilyn. 

Sherilyn’s head snapped up, eyes locking onto Gilbert. Hadn’t he thrown the ring away that night? 

Ernest’s smile became strained, his amusement fading. Now he understood. 

Sherilyn had moved on, choosing Gilbert over him… That was fine. Gilbert was younger, wealthier, and unburdened by the worries that Ernest carried. 

Pocketing the ring, Ernest looked at Sherilyn with a forced smile. “Forget everything I just said. You… being with Mr. Gilbert is good for you. I’ll be going now.” 

What? Sherilyn was stunned. Did Ernest really think she and Gilbert were an item? 

That was the last thing she needed–Gilbert was the last person she’d be with! Misunderstood in such a way, she could explode with frustration. NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

“J, I’m not…” Sherilyn’s voice, hoarse and desperate, whispered as she tried to clear up the misunderstanding. 

“Enough,” Gilbert snapped, glaring at her. “The doctor said no talking. Do you want to lose your voice completely?” 

Sherilyn fell silent, unable to respond. 

Seeing the tension, Ernest gave a bitter smile and nodded to Gilbert. “Mr. Gilbert, 

goodbye.” With that, he turned and left quickly. 

Sherilyn instinctively took a step forward, but Gilbert’s sharp call stopped her. “Sherilyn! 

His grip on her wrist was firm. “Don’t you dare follow him,” he growled. 

With a sigh, Gilbert loosened his tie and led Sherilyn inside, slamming the door behind 

them. 

Sherilyn, still confused about his anger, turned her head away, refusing to look at him. 

Gilbert, unable to hold back his irritation, forced her to face him. “What’s with that look? Are you really into that old man? Do you really need a dad figure that bad, Sherilyn?” 

Her face flushed with anger. “It’s none of your business!” 

Realization hit Gilbert. He had gone too far. Sherilyn had grown up without parents. She did need a father figure. 

“I…” Gilbert struggled to apologize, his pride making it hard to express regret, especially to Sherilyn, whom he had always disliked. 

“Get out!” Sherilyn’s voice was sharp, her patience worn thin. 

Feeling guilty, Gilbert didn’t resist. He let her push him out the door, which nearly slammed on his nose as it closed. 

Rubbing his nose, Gilbert muttered under his breath about her temper, a mix of admiration and annoyance in his tone. 

But she actually said she likes Ernest!