Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 329

On a weekend.

Sherilyn arrived early at the entrance of Twilight Trail, waiting for Gilbert to pick her up.

Tonight, the entire Johnson family was planning to see her perform.

Her show was set to start at 8:20 PM, so Sylvia, taking charge as usual, suggested grabbing a meal at the Blue Plate Diner beforehand.

Gilbert pulled up less than five minutes later.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Getting out of the car, he looked a bit anxious, "Have you been waiting long?"

"Not at all," Sherilyn shook her head, bending to get into the car, "It's no big deal for me to come early. You're so busy; you didn't have to come pick me up. I could have made my way there."

She had said as much over the phone earlier, but Gilbert hadn't agreed.

Hearing her say it again made him slightly upset was it really a matter of necessity?

Gilbert closed the car door, frowning slightly. "Sherilyn, I wanted to pick you up, and I should pick you up, you know?"

He was her boyfriend, after all. Wasn't it his basic right and duty to do so?

Sherilyn sensed his displeasure but didn't understand the reason, and frankly, she didn't bother to ask.

She nodded, feigning understanding. "Got it."

But did she really?

Gilbert, somewhat doubtful, drove them to the Blue Plate Diner.

...

Inside the diner's private booth, Sylvia and the rest were already waiting.

"Sherilyn, come, sit here."

Sylvia waved Sherilyn over, pulling her to sit by her side, with Caroline on the other. Francis and Gilbert were seated further away.

"It's so nice."

Sylvia felt sentimental seeing the two young people finding their way back to each other. "It's like we're meant to be one big family! Today, let's enjoy a good meal together."

One big family? That seemed a bit premature.

Sherilyn didn't object, just smiled and said, "Then I'm in for a treat today. It's been years since I've been to the Blue Plate Diner."

She used to come here often with the Johnsons.

Time flies; it had been over four years.

"Really?"

Upon hearing this, Sylvia shot Gilbert a reproachful look. "What's the

matter with you? Is this how you ne

take care of Sherilyn? Not bringing her here?"

"I, uh..." Gilbert was at a loss for words, unable to defend himself.

He had wanted to bring her, but that would d have required Sherilyn's

willingness. They had only jul back together, after stel

gotten

"Don't worry, grandma. From now on, whatever Sherilyn wants to eat, I'll take her there.”

He said this while glancing over at Sherilyn, who seemed utterly oblivious, not even sparing him a glance.

The door opened, and the waiter brought in their meal.

"Enjoy your meal."

Once the food was served, the waiter left.

Suddenly, Francis reached out to spin the lazy Susan.

"Francis?" Caroline paused, then quickly reached out to steady him, "What do you want? Let me get it for you."

"No, it's not that..."

Francis shook his head, his palm pressing against the lazy Susan to turn it. He stopped it with a smile towards Sherilyn. "Sherilyn, eat up."

Looking down, Sherilyn saw her

favorites in front of her: fried gluten, crab roe, and braised bamboo

shoots... Francis still remembered her likes?

A warmth spread through her heart, "Thanks, big bro."

"Mhm," Francis smiled warmly, letting go.

Next to her, Gilbert rolled up his sleeves, first serving her a bowl of soup, filled with chunks of sweet corn.

He whispered, "Is that enough? If not, I can ask them to make more corn for you."

Corn soup was a staple for her.

"That's plenty," Sherilyn stopped him, “There's so much more to eat."

"Alright then."

Gilbert finally relented, then started peeling shrimp, with all the peeled shrimp ending up in Sherilyn's bowl.