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 it for

time, because of Gilbert, she never got

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

embarrassed. He couldn’t have

sensed that Edgar might have had some subtle

Nights Bar, probably harbored

surgery was paid for, she wasn’t planning to sell

oneself was a

hesitation, Edgar got a bit

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could I not?”

he

thoughts and smiled, “It’s just, eating in the car might not be very polite. It’ll leave

an eyebrow, “A sweet one? That’s

paused, then laughed genuinely, “Then I’ll

“Good, eat.”

wafting up to her nose, prompting her

saying, “Wow… so sweet,

“That’s great.”

through the rearview mirror, his lips curving into a

at the entrance to

“I’m here, thanks

he had thought she lived at the Johnson Mansion.

“Yes.”

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

this, Edgar felt a surge of happiness. That meant

said with