Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 151

The glow from Edgar’s phone lit up his face, showcasing his sudden burst of euphoria in the dimly lit room. Unable to hold back his excitement, he quickly typed a response.

[I’m free, so should I wait for you to finish up?]

Sherilyn replied almost instantly. [11 o’clock, meet me at the first intersection.]

Edgar was over the moon.

[Sounds good.] He replied.

Meanwhile, Gilbert finished his whiskey in one gulp and poured himself another. Yates glanced at him, saying. “Easy there, bro. What’s the rush?”

“I’m fine.” Gilbert looked down, his handsome features calm yet somber. “What’s next? Find another spot to continue?”

Surprisingly, he seemed in high spirits tonight. Yates and Derek were up for it.

“Sure.”

Derek grabbed his phone. “I’ll make the arrangements.”

“Alright.”

“Um…”

his hand, looking slightly embarrassed. “Guys, go ahead without

Yates looked puzzled at his cousin. “Why bail? You said you were

um,” Edgar stuttered, “got a last–minute

anyone there, slung an arm around his shoulder and whispered, “What kind of date? Don’t tell me

nervous. “It’s getting late. I’ll catch you

he rushed

Yates pointed at his retreating figure, chuckling. “Look at

thud, Gilbert slammed his glass onto the table and stood up abruptly. Without a word, he headed for the

are you off

“Home!”

“What?”

and Derek were flabbergasted. What’s wrong with Gilbert?

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car at the intersection. Edgar’s

“David, drive!”

“Alright.”

it go. He couldn’t really intervene. If Sherilyn wanted to be with Edgar and had her grandmother’s

by the whiskey. Feeling suffocated, he took off his suit jacket, then yanked off his tie and tossed it aside. Even unbuttoning the top buttons