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.

it, while she was cutting her steak, her hand slipped, and the

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

couldn’t really explain it. Just moments ago, she had spaced out, lost in thought.

“It’s fine.”

thorough check, Edgar relaxed, “It’s not cut, just a

you it was nothing.”

back her hand. “Come on, eat up. Don’t you have a flight

Rainshore City scheduled

Edgar refilled her glass with water. “Sorry, 1

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tomorrow.”

how would you drop

performance.”

Crestwood. Remember, I lived there for four years; I know

on your business. I can take care of myself.”

“Alright, then.”

Edgar had no choice

car.

Table, Edgar drove Sherilyn to the entrance of Twilight Trail.

fine. You better head to the airport,” Sherilyn said as she

already in the trunk, ready for him to head straight to the

bag over her shoulder, waving

as she turned to leave, Edgar called

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