Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 287

Sherilyn’s illness came on quickly but left just as fast. By the afternoon, she was feeling much better.

Rebecca handled her discharge papers. “Are you sure you don’t want to stick around for more observation?”

“This is the observation ward.”

Sherilyn couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ve been observed long enough. The doc said I’m good to go as long as I have some meds on hand.”

“Alright then, let’s head out.”

“Let’s. I don’t have much to pack anyway.”

“Sounds good.”

After the paperwork was done, they indulged a bit by taking a cab back to the hotel.

Rebecca mentioned, “Ms. Hansen said your sickness is work–related, so you’ll be covered.”

“Really? That’s great.”

Both of them smiled as they got into the car. The rain was still pouring outside.

Rebecca sighed, “Your getting sick was really out of the blue. You didn’t eat anything strange, did you?”

Getting sick from something you ate, especially since Sherilyn had been diagnosed with gastroenteritis leading to severe cramps, suggested bad food was to blame.

Sherilyn was also puzzled, “Oh, did you bring my phone?”

right

out the phone from her bag and handed it to

“Thanks.”

relief–whatever happens next, she’ll take

set the phone down when a message popped up.

off the

many times he had

[Yes, Mr. Ferguson.]

juickly.

I’m so

of a little figure jumping for joy. Even through the

peeking over, whispered, “Who are

“Uh…”

is.” Rebecca giggled, “That ‘helicopter guy‘, right? No need to be shy; he’s

chuckled, then another message

back to work, but

[Okay.]

away her phone, Sherilyn let out a deep sigh, her mind a whirl of thoughts, unsure

hotel, the lobby

tomorrow. Look at everyone, bored out of their minds with nowhere to go because of

noticed their colleagues gathered around the bulletin board, buzzing with excitement

“Huh?”

craned her neck, “Seems like something’s

it out?”

“Why not?”

approached, a shrill voice suddenly