Whispers Turn

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“What are you up to?” Sherilyn turned her back, oblivious to how far Gilbert had gotten in his task. “Are you undressed yet?” 

Gilbert snapped back to reality, squinting slightly, veiling the sharpness in hist 

gaze. 

Sherilyn meant well. 

Besides, she was facing away. She shouldn’t be able to see Gilbert’s back. 

Lifting his arm, Gilbert peeled off his damp shirt. “Yeah, done.” 

“Here.” Still, with her back to him, Sherilyn tossed him a men’s shirt, “Wear this for now.” 

“What’s this?” Men were sensitive about other men’s belongings. Without unfolding it, Gilbert could tell it was a men’s shirt! 

How come? Why did she have a men’s shirt? 

“It’s a men’s shirt. It should fit you,” Sherilyn replied casually, noting she had bought a larger size. After saying that, she picked up his wet shirt. “I don’t have a dryer, so I can only wash it and hang it up. I’ll return’it some other time, okay?” 

“Whatever!” At that moment, Gilbert couldn’t care less. 

“Alright, just wait here.” Sherilyn turned to head to the balcony. 

“Hold on a sec!” Not bothering to dress, Gilbert followed her. 

The washing machine was on the balcony, where Sherilyn was about to do laundry, planning to collect the clothes she had washed earlier. 

As Gilbert stepped out, his face darkened. “Sherilyn!” 

“What?” His sudden, stern tone took Sherilyn by surprise. She looked up to find him glaring at her, puzzled. 

He hadn’t put on the shirt she gave him. Did he plan to stay shirtless? 

Tall as he was, Gilbert could easily reach the clothes hanging on the rack. Extending his arm, he forcefully grabbed something and presented it to 

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Sherilyn. “What’s this?” 

“This…” Sherilyn paused, a bit embarrassed, “You’re a man. Don’t you recognize it?” 

“Huh? Ha!” Of course, he recognized it! And that was why he was so angry! 

Men’s shirts, men’s underwear! Her place was all other men’s stuff! 

“Whose are these?” Gilbert’s gaze was ice cold. “Which man’s?” 

Frustrated, he balled up the shirt in his hand and threw it to the ground. “Whose dirty clothes are you trying to get me to wear?” 

“Hey!” Irritated, Sherilyn bent down to pick up the shirt. 

Even more irritated, Gilbert snapped, “Sherilyn, don’t you dare pick that up!” 

“Well, I will!” Teeth clenched in anger, Sherilyn glared back at him, “I bought it with my money! I washed it clean! What now? Is it too cheap for you, Mr. Johnson?” 

She had picked up the shirt, dusting it off. 

“You bought it with your money?” Gilbert was on a different wavelength, suddenly grabbing her hand. “What kind of man makes you spend money on him?” 

Their commotion seemed to have attracted the neighbors‘ attention. 

“In the middle of the night, what are you lovebirds.arguing about?” 

“We still need to sleep!” 

Sherilyn quickly apologized, “Sorry for the disturbance, everyone…” 

Then, she turned to walk inside. 

Gilbert tried to press it further. “Sherilyn…” 

“Shut up! Do you want my neighbors to call the cops?” Sherilyn couldn’t stand it anymore, hissing, “There’s no man! Can’t a single woman living alone have. some safety measures?” 

For a single woman, hanging men’s clothing on the balcony was a tactic to make potential burglars think twice, suggesting a man lived there, too.