Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 342

At the precinct the offer shook his head at Sherilyn, saying, “You should go back and have a setio chat with your frend. All this over a guy? Really?”

And it was a male officer who said i

to this world, while you might not find a three leggodt frog, men? They’re a dime a dozen. Why waste your energy on a guy who’s playing the field? And to get into a fight over him? It just doesn’t make sense. It’s not worth it

Sherlyn listened, shocked. Was jealousy over a guy really the reason Rebecca got into a hght?

She laughed nervously. “You’re right, officer.”

After finishing the paperwork, Sherilyn went to pick up Rebecca, linking arms with her as they left the station and headed back to her place.

Stopping by the pharmacy nearby, the picked up some first aid supplies.

Once inside the apartment, Sherilyn opened the bag, glanced at Rebecca, and then got up to fetch a comb. She gently combed Rebecca’s halt and tied it back.

“I’m going to disinfect your wounds and apply spine ointment. It might sting a bit, so try to bear with it, okay?”

“Okay,” Rebecca nodded, letting Sherilyn take care of her.

Sherilyn was gentle, and Rebecca hardly felt any pain except for the brief sting of the antiseptic.

Rebecca pouted slightly, whispering. “Sherilyn, thank you.”

off, tidying up the trash. “You’ve helped me out too, remember?

Sherilyn truly donaldered her

known each other for long, but their personalities clicked.

“With the way you’re feeling, eating might be a bit tricky. What do you

wasn’t in the mood to cook

head, “I’m not

then you don’t

her to lie down. “Rest for a bit. I guess you probably don’t feel like talking. either, so

“Okay, fine.”

lips and lay down, following Sherilyn’s suggestion.

leave right away but went to the kitchen Instead and opened the fridge.

the faint sounds of someone moving about

the noise stopped.

buzzed with a message from

some pumpkin porridge in the rice cooker and air–fried some seasoned broccoli. Have some if you get

up in Rebecca’s eyes.

her hand to cover

was so kind of Sherilyn. She didn’t press her for details; she just cared if her wounds hurt or if

Sherilyn stepped

“Wow.”

hand, catching the falling snowflakes. After a whole day of rain,