Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 293

“Sir, I’m heading out! Bye–bye!”

With a quick twist of her little body, she didn’t linger; she just ran off into the distance.

At the door, the nurse picked her up, “It’s way past your bedtime, you know that?”

“I know, don’t be mad, lady.”

Watching them disappear, Gilbert stood up, his hand instinctively going to the spot where the little munchkin had planted a kiss, and he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Mr. Gilbert!”

Charles had finished up his appointment and was looking everywhere for him. “Where’d you wander off to? I’ve been looking all over.”

“Let’s head out.”

Gilbert didn’t go into details, just massaged his temples. He was really feeling under the weather.

Turned out, after seeing the doctor, he was admitted to the hospital.

Crimson Table.

“Ouch-”

“What’s wrong?” Edgar paused, his gaze snapping to Sherilyn across from him.

“It’s nothing…” Sherilyn offered a sheepish smile, shaking her head.

luck would have it, while she was cutting her steak, her

me see?” Edgar, concerned, took her hand to inspect it. “How did

really explain it. Just moments ago,

“It’s fine.”

Edgar relaxed, “It’s not cut, just a bit

it

hand. “Come on, eat up. Don’t you have a flight to catch

to Rainshore City scheduled for the next

refilled her glass with water. “Sorry, 1 can’t drop you off

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tomorrow.”

tonight, how would you drop me off? Besides,

it’s your first international performance.” Edgar couldn’t hide his regret.

not going alone; I’ve got the whole dance troupe with me. Plus, it’s Crestwood. Remember, I lived there for four years; I

on your business.

“Alright, then.”

Edgar had no choice but

car.

Edgar drove Sherilyn to the entrance of Twilight

better head to the airport,” Sherilyn said as she got

in the trunk, ready for

her bag over her shoulder, waving goodbye.

turned to leave, Edgar called out

gentle. “What is it, Mr. Ferguson? Don’t tell me