Whispers Turn

As they neared the dance studio, Sherilyn suddenly spoke up, “Let’s pull over for a bit. We need to talk.” 

“…Alright.” Gilbert nodded, parking the car by the roadside. Turning to face her, he looked at her with a hint of 

nervousness. 

“What’s on your mind?” 

He couldn’t help but wonder, was she having second thoughts? 

Sure enough, Sherilyn said, “You were quick to share our news with Sylvia. I don’t think that was appropriate.” 

Gilbert’s expression darkened, a shadow of discomfort crossing his face. 

“Why wouldn’t it be? If we’re together, our familles are bound to find out sooner or later.” 

“That’s not necessarily true.” 

Sherilyn couldn’t help but smirk, a mocking glint in her eyes, “If you kept quiet, we could break up, and Sylvia wouldn’t even need to know.” 

Break up? This conversation was taking a turn for the absurd! 

Gilbert’s face tightened, struggling to keep his composure, “Okay, maybe I rushed into things. But we’ve just gotten together. Can we not jinx it by talking about breaking up?” 

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Sherilyn looked at him, puzzled. “But we’re bound to break up eventually. It’s not about being jinxed.” She ar 

actually thought that way? Gilbert was taken aback, his face turning pale. Do people really think like that? 

Isn’t the natural conclusion of a relationship to settle down together? 

“No, that’s not…” 

Gilbert was confused, “You’re with me, holding that kind of thought?” 

“Yeah.” 

Sherilyn nodded, her eyes clear, “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about–we can be together, but just that. If things don’t work out, we go our separate ways.” 

Wow! 

Gilbert was speechless, surprised that she was already foreseeing things not working out“? 

He felt a tightness in his chest. 

Suppressing his frustration, he asked, “And what if things do work out?” 

Work out? 

Sherilyn almost blurted out–how could they? 

Them? Two people with their own agendas…. Ex–spouses 

But she didn’t feel like arguing. 

Raising an eyebrow, “Since it’s a relationship, we’re equals, if one day I get tired… I believe I have the right to 

end it.” 

Glancing at Gilbert’s darkening face, she added, “Of course, if you get tired first, you’re free to say so too… 

“Enough!” He couldn’t take it anymore! 

Gilbert clenched the steering wheel, trying to convince himself. “We’ve had a failed marriage before, and I 

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understand why you might think this way, but Sherilyn, what I told Grandma today was the truth. I intend to treat you right.” 

“Okay.” Sherilyn shrugged, disregarding his words. 

“We’re just dating, no strings attached, and it could end anytime–cool with that? If yes, we keep going. If no, let’s act like we never had this talk.” 

Gilbert was speechless for a long moment, his heart sinking. 

Just the night before, he had been on cloud nine, and now, he felt like he’d been dropped into a pit of mud! 

He hadn’t expected her to treat their relationship with such levity! 

“You don’t agree?” 

Sherilyn’s lips curled into a half–smile, sighing lightly, “Then forget it, let’s pretend I never said anything…” 

As she turned to open the car door. 

“Come back!” Gilbert reached out, grabbing her hand. 

He felt utterly powerless against her, inhaling the subtle scent of white tea from her, left with no choice but to compromise. 

“Alright, I agree.”