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

dug out the phone from her bag and handed it to her.

“Thanks.”

of relief–whatever happens next, she’ll take it one step

set the phone down when

I off the blacklist?}

but smile, wondering how many times he had sent that message

[Yes, Mr. Ferguson.]

juickly.

I’m so

a little figure jumping for joy. Even through the screen,

over, whispered, “Who are you

“Uh…”

it is.” Rebecca giggled, “That ‘helicopter guy‘, right?

chuckled, then another message from Edgar

work, but

[Okay.]

her mind a whirl

at the hotel, the

show might be the day after tomorrow. Look at everyone, bored out of their minds with nowhere to go because

noticed their colleagues

“Huh?”

“Seems

it

“Why not?”

they approached, a shrill voice suddenly screamed.