Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 147

Sherilyn didn’t even glance across the street before hopping into Edgar’s car.

Watching the car pull away, Gilbert stood silent, his grip on his phone so tight that the screen cracked under the pressure.

As they drove off, Edgar motioned to Sherilyn.

“There’s a bag on the back seat, can you grab it?”

“Oh, sure.”

Sherilyn paused for a moment, then turned to reach for the bag, finding it unexpectedly heavy and wondering what was inside.

“Do

you want me to open it?” she asked.

“Yeah, open it.”

“Okay.”

Inside was a thermal food delivery box, so it probably had something to eat in it.

Upon opening it, she found some pumpkin pies.

Sherilyn looked up, perplexed, “This is…?”

“Pumpkin pie, your favorite, right?” Edgar chuckled.

“Yes.”

bought

that time, because of Gilbert, she never got to enjoy it.

said, noticing she hadn’t moved, and nudged

bit embarrassed. He couldn’t have

she had sensed that Edgar might have had

him, a regular at Neon Nights Bar, probably harbored

of herself, but now that Jenna’s surgery was paid for, she wasn’t planning

selling oneself was

got a bit anxious, “What’s

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could I not?”

he

eating in the car might not

eyebrow, “A sweet one? That’s a good

genuinely,

“Good, eat.”

lid, the sweet aroma wafting up to her nose, prompting her to take a

saying, “Wow… so sweet, so

“That’s great.”

lips curving

the entrance

here,

here?” Edgar was surprised; he had

“Yes.”

I’m staying with her for a few days. After all, I’m not

felt a surge of happiness. That meant

said with