Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?
Chapter 287

Sherilyn's illness came on quickly but left just as fast. By the afternoon, she was feeling much better.

Rebecca handled her discharge papers. "Are you sure you don't want to stick around for more observation?"

"This is the observation ward."

Sherilyn couldn't help but laugh. "I've been observed long enough. The doc said I'm good to go as long as I have some meds on hand."

"Alright then, let's head out."

"Let's. I don't have much to pack anyway."

"Sounds good."

After the paperwork was done, they indulged a bit by taking a cab back to the hotel.

Rebecca mentioned, "Ms. Hansen said your sickness is work-related, so you'll be covered."

"Really? That's great."

Both of them smiled as they got into the car. The rain was still pouring outside.

Rebecca sighed, "Your getting sick was really out of the blue. You didn't eat anything strange, did you?"

Getting sick from something you ate, especially since Sherilyn had been diagnosed with gastroenteritis leading to severe cramps, suggested bad food was to blame. Sherilyn was also puzzled, "Oh, did you bring my phone?"

"Got it right here."

Rebecca dug out the phone from her bag and handed it to her.

"Thanks."

Sherilyn took it, removed Edgar from the block list, and breathed a sigh of relief-whatever happens next, she'll take it one step at a time, leaving it to fate.

She was about to set the phone down when a message popped up. It was from Edgar.

[Sherilyn, am I off the blacklist?]

Sherilyn couldn't help but smile, wondering how many times he had sent that message before she finally received it. She replied.

[Yes, Mr. Ferguson.]

Edgar responded quickly.

[Sherilyn, I'm so happy!]

Followed by an emoji of a little figure jumping for joy. Even through the screen, she could feel his excitement.

Rebecca, peeking over, whispered, "Who are you texting?"

"Uh..."

"I know who it is." Rebecca giggled, "That 'helicopter guy', right? No need to be shy; he's a catch!"

Sherilyn chuckled, then another message from Edgar appeared.

[Got to get back to work, but I'll call you later!]

[Okay.]

After putting away her phone, Sherilyn let out a deep sigh, her mind a whirl of thoughts, unsure if what she was doing was right or wrong.

Back at the hotel, the lobby was bustling.

Rebecca, linking arms with Sherilyn, moved inside, "The boss said the show might be the day after tomorrow. Look at everyone, bored out of their minds with nowhere to go because of the rain..." But the atmosphere felt off as they got closer. They noticed their colleagues gathered around the bulletin board, buzzing with excitement typical of juicy gossip.

"Huh?"

Rebecca craned her neck, "Seems like something's up."

"Let's check it out?"

"Why not?"

As they approached, a shrill voice suddenly screamed.

"Stop looking!"

Everyone gasped.

"Didn't you hear me? Stop it!"

"That voice..."

Rebecca and Sherilyn looked at each other and said in unison, "Hannah!"

They then noticed everyone was holding what appeared to be photo cards.

"Looks like photos..."

Before Rebecca could finish, Hannah, in a frenzy, started snatching the photos from their hands. "Give them back! Who said you could look? That's an invasion of privacy!" "How is it an invasion of privacy? Did we take these photos?"

"Exactly, these were left here by someone..."

"Wow, they really look good!"

"You look so slim in clothes, who knew you were hiding all that!"