Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 263

In the sprawling suburbs of Sunhaven, nestled somewhere between the opulence of the elite and the modesty of the middle class, lay the

neighborhood where Edgar’s current abode was situated. It certainly wasn’t the bottom of the barrel, but by Edgar’s family standards, it was hardly a notch above.

Gilbert pulled up his car, glancing at Sherilyn in the rearview mirror with a tone that was as indifferent as the overcast sky, “Let’s go, he’s inside.”

He had no intention of accompanying her further.

“I’ll wait here for you.”

After a pause, he added, “If you decide to stay, give me a call or shoot me a text, will you?”

Who knows, maybe their reunion would render them inseparable?

The thought almost made Gilbert bite his tongue. He stole another glance at Sherilyn, his irritation inexplicably rising.

“Aren’t you going? Hurry up!”

If she didn’t move now, he’d surely regret it.

“Oh, okay.”

Sherilyn, puzzled by his sudden mood swing, unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the car.

she found Edgar’s place–a cramped studio apartment rented by one of his college friends. Edgar had found himself there after his credit cards were frozen and his family decreed no financial bailouts from friends

deep breath, Sherilyn

his surprise mingling with delight. “How did you find me

smile and asked, “Aren’t you going to invite

stepped aside,

have a seat…” He fumbled around, heading to the fridge to grab

“It’s okay.”

bother, I came

“Alright then.”

bottle of water in front of her, his nervousness evident. “Living here is just temporary,” he

from Sherilyn lately because he didn’t want her to see how much he had struggled.

together, trying to mask his anxiety. “You know about it all, don’t you?”

just tell

“Sherilyn!”

paled at her words.

that hurts more than being disowned!”

eyes momentarily, feeling like a

“Edgar.”

her lips, speaking softly. “Don’t fight with your parents. Go back and

“Sherilyn…”

to drop in Edgar’s heart,

immense.

hadn’t given up