Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Seriously, next time she gets on my nerves, I'm just going to break up with her."

"Excuse me, could you wrap these up for me?"

After pondering for a while, she chose a bunch of lilies and a bunch of carnations.

"Sure thing, just a moment."

The clerk took them away to wrap.

"How much do I owe you?" Sherilyn asked, pulling out her phone as she walked over to the checkout.

"That'll be $136, thank you."

As the doorbell jingled, the door swung open and Gilbert strode in, making a beeline for Sherilyn.

"I'm here."

Sherilyn looked at him in surprise, "How did you know I was here?"

Gilbert smirked, slightly proud, "It's not hard if you care enough. Didn't you say you were buying flowers?"

This area only has so many flower shops; it wasn't that hard to find you.

Well, okay then.

Sherilyn sighed, regretting mentioning it in the first place.

"Here you go."

The clerk came over with the flowers.

"Let me." Gilbert reached out, naturally taking them into his arms while grabbing Sherilyn's hand with his other.

"Let's go."

"Gilbert..." Sherilyn looked at him, somewhat helpless, "I really don't have the time or the mood for a date today."

To be precise, from the moment she agreed to get back together with him, she hadn't planned on going back to how things were before.

Hearing this, Gilbert's expression faltered, and he frowned slightly.

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If he was displeased, he might as well break up with her, which would be fine by her.

But Gilbert didn't say anything. He put the flowers in the trunk and opened the car door, "Get in."

"Gilbert?"

"Get in." Gilbert was stubborn.

He had chosen to be with her, so he had to accept everything about her.

He didn't even know why, but as long as she didn't mention breaking up, he could accept whatever she was like.

"Where are we going with these flowers? I'll drive you, we don't have to call it a date, okay?"

Fine then.

If he wanted to play chauffeur, she wasn't going to stop him.

Sherilyn nodded and got in the car, giving him a location. "To Ivy Hollow."

"Ivy Hollow?" Gilbert nodded, "Alright."

He set the destination on the GPS, started the car, and asked, "What's in Ivy Hollow?"

Sherilyn closed her eyes and leaned back, "Just drive, will you? Why all the questions?"

Gilbert was a bit perplexed. Was it wrong to ask a simple question?

Seeing that the car wasn't moving, Sherilyn opened her eyes,

to

inently saying, "Are you g

è or not? If not, I'm getti

out..."

"Driving!" Gilbert quickly reassured Sherilyn, half exasperated. "Of course, I'll drive. What am I, if not your loyal servant?"

Any slight dissatisfaction, and she was ready to explode.

The car set off towards Ivy Hollow.

Ivy Hollow was the old hometown of Sherilyn's grandmother, Natalie Gomez After her parents divorced,

her mom took her back there for a

white.

Later, her mom was also buried there, on the hill behind her grandmother's old house.

Since returning to Sunhaven, Sherilyn hadn't visited.

Truth be told, even during the years

she lived in Sunhaven, she

visited her mother's grave

of some painful memories

belongs to ent

It wasn't that she didn't want to see her mother; she just felt ashamed... to face her.

Ivy Hollow was a small town near Sunhaven, not too far by car. They arrived before the sunset.

"Just stop here."

Sherilyn directed him to stop at the foot of the hill.

"All right." Gilbert got out of the car, took the flowers from the trunk, and looked up at the hill, guessing.

"So, are you here to pay respects to someone?"

"Yeah." Sherilyn nodded, her tone very faint, "My mom."