Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?
Chapter 205

She was all business.

Edgar couldn't help but let out a wry smile. Sherilyn had seen right through him and wasn't about to give him an inch.

But still, he tried, "Come on. Don't be so serious. I told you it was just a show, not for real."

But Sherilyn wouldn't expose him. She shook her head, firm in her resolve. "I can't do this. I don't want to drag you into the mess with Gilbert and me. I'll handle it myself." She waved Edgar off. "It's getting late. You better head home. I'm off."

With that, she turned and jogged into the alley.

"Gosh!" Edgar sighed deeply, murmuring, "How do you not realize that to me, you're the best girl in the world?"

Half an hour later, after a quick shower, Sherilyn found her phone buzzing non-stop on the table. Hurrying over, she saw it was Edgar calling.

"Hello?" Confused, she answered. "What's up..."

"Sherilyn!" Before she could finish, Edgar's urgent voice came through, "I'm at the alley entrance. I don't know which building is yours. You need to come down now!"

Sherilyn was puzzled. "What's going on?"

"Don't ask, just hurry!" With that, Edgar hung up.

With her phone in hand, Sherilyn furrowed her brows and thought, 'Isn't he supposed to have left already? Why did he ask me to come to the alley entrance? What's it so urgent that it couldn't wait over the phone?'

Sherilyn grabbed her phone and keys, locked the door behind her, and rushed downstairs.

But once she got there, Sherilyn looked around but couldn't see Edgar anywhere. "Where is he?"

"Sherilyn!" Sherilyn instinctively tensed at the sound of her name and turned to see who it was. Gilbert! Had he followed her there?

Without hesitation, Sherilyn turned and ran.

"Sherilyn!" But this time, she couldn't escape. With his long strides, Gilbert blocked her way.

Remembering her intense reaction back at the hospital, he didn't touch her but just stopped her. In his bid to make his point, he threw his hands up a bit and looked down at Sherilyn. "I won't touch you, but why are you running?"

Gilbert was genuinely confused. They had been fine when visiting Francis in the hospital, hadn't they? "Can you tell me why?"

"I..." Sherilyn's throat felt dry, and she licked her lips. "No reason. I'm just tired and wanted to come home to rest."

"That's it?" Gilbert was puzzled. "Couldn't you have just told me that?"

He thought he was almost bending over backward for her by then.

"That's it..." Sherilyn nodded, though her complexion was pale.

"Sherilyn?" Gilbert sensed something was wrong, reaching to her. "What's wrong? You look terrible."

"Don't touch me!" Sherilyn snapped, stepping back.

"Sherilyn?" Gilbert frowned, his expression darkening. "What's really..."

"Sherilyn!" Suddenly, Edgar's voice broke through, acting like a lifeline to Sherilyn's sinking heart.

"Edgar!" Sherilyn waved at him as if he were her beacon of hope, "I'm here!"

"Got you." Edgar smiled as he approached Sherilyn, then stood beside her.

Pretending to notice Gilbert then, Edgar said, "Oh? Gilbert, what a coincidence. I saw someone's back and didn't recognize it was you."

Tsk. Gilbert scoffed silently. Edgar was putting on quite the show. What was he playing at?

He raised his hand, signaling Edgar to step aside. "Move. I need to talk to Sherilyn."