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

because of Gilbert, she never got to enjoy it.

Edgar said, noticing she hadn’t moved, and nudged his chin forward, “I bought it

a bit embarrassed. He couldn’t have

she had sensed that Edgar might have had some subtle feelings for

him, a regular at Neon Nights Bar, probably harbored

now that Jenna’s surgery was paid for, she wasn’t planning to

all, selling oneself was a last

a bit anxious, “What’s wrong? Don’t like it?”

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I

he

just, eating in the car might not be very polite. It’ll

“A

genuinely, “Then

“Good, eat.”

the lid, the sweet aroma wafting up to

“Wow… so sweet,

“That’s great.”

curving into a

stopped at the entrance to Twilight Trail.

out, “I’m here,

was surprised; he had thought she

“Yes.”

got out of surgery, and I’m staying with her for a few days. After all, I’m not part of the Johnson family,

this, Edgar felt a surge of happiness. That meant

Edgar said with a smile.