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.”

had bought

she never got to enjoy it.

moved, and nudged his

embarrassed. He couldn’t have bought it just

might have had some subtle feelings for

a regular at Neon Nights Bar, probably harbored intentions similar to those Mr. Smith had

that Jenna’s surgery was paid

all, selling oneself was a last

bit anxious,

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I not?”

he

just, eating in the car might

an eyebrow, “A

then laughed genuinely, “Then I’ll enjoy

“Good, eat.”

the lid, the sweet aroma wafting up to her nose,

tasted it, saying, “Wow… so

“That’s great.”

rearview mirror, his lips curving into a smile, feeling warmth spread

stopped at the entrance to Twilight Trail.

out, “I’m here, thanks

had thought she lived at the Johnson

“Yes.”

with her for a few days. After all, I’m not part of the Johnson family, so I can’t stay

happiness. That

said with a smile.