Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?
Chapter 266

Gilbert dropped Sherilyn off at the entrance to Twilight Trail.

"Thanks," Sherilyn said, pushing the car door open.

"Sherilyn," Gilbert called out just as she was stepping out.

"Hmm?" She turned around, puzzled, looking at him. Was there something else?

"Uh..." Gilbert pointed to her eye. "Don't forget to ice it, or you'll have trouble looking your best on stage tomorrow."

Was that all he wanted to say?

"Got it, thanks." Sherilyn got out of the car and headed down the alley.

Watching her silhouette disappear into the distance, Gilbert slightly squinted, feeling an itch in his heart, as if thousands of ants were crawling inside.

In that moment, he had actually wanted to ask if things were truly over between her and Edgar.

But the words never made it out.

Because...

Even if things were over between her and Edgar, what did it have to do with him?

Right, what did it have to do with him?

Gilbert drove off, leaving his thoughts behind.

As Sherilyn walked down the alley, she felt a strange sense of foreboding. Even from a distance, she spotted Edgar!

Somehow, he had arrived before her and was waiting right at the entrance to her building!

Instantly, Sherilyn's breath hitched, "Edgar..."

She should have known he wouldn't give up that easily.

Sherilyn turned around and ran back towards the entrance of Twilight Trail.

Unaware, Edgar continued waiting below...

Out of breath, Sherilyn reached the entrance of Twilight Trail, feeling clueless about what to do next. She couldn't go back to her apartment, but where else could she go?

The house Gilbert had offered her wasn't an option yet since she hadn't received the keys, and transferring property ownership was more complicated than simply handling cash. After a moment's thought, she took out her phone, scrolled through her contacts, and dialed a number.

"Hello?"

On the other end was her colleague from the dance troupe, Rebecca.

"Rebecca, it's me, Sherilyn."

"Of course, what's up?" Rebecca responded with a laugh.

"Well..." Sherilyn started, slightly embarrassed, "Could I stay at your place for a couple of days?"

"Sure, no problem at all."

Rebecca didn't hesitate, immediately agreeing. "I'll send you my location. Come over."

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

After hanging up, Sherilyn received Rebecca's details and hurried over.

Rebecca's place wasn't far from there, located in the same old town area as Sherilyn's Serenity Street apartment. "You made it?" Reaching her destination, Rebecca welcomed her with a big smile, pulling her inside. "Come on in." The entrance was adorned with a plastic mannequin, and the table was cluttered with fabrics, some cut and some not. Rebecca and Sherilyn might have been colleagues, but they worked in different areas of the arts.

Sherilyn was a dancer, while Rebecca was a costume assistant.

"Sorry about the mess," Rebecca chuckled.

"Not at all," Sherilyn shook her head with a smile. "I'm the one imposing; I should be the one apologizing."

Rebecca laughed heartily. "Let's just not stand on ceremony then."

Her easy-going nature shone through as she didn't probe Sherilyn for details, cheerfully saying, "As long as you don't mind, you can stay as long as you like." After a pause, she joked, "Just so you know, I don't run a bed and breakfast."

"Got it," Sherilyn relaxed significantly, "Then I'll take care of the chores."

"Deal."

Just then, Sherilyn's phone in her pocket buzzed, indicating two new messages.

One message was from Edgar, and another was from Gilbert.