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.”

what?” Sherilyn waved her off, tidying up the trash. “You’ve helped me out too, remember? No need for formalities between

understood that Sherilyn truly donaldered

each other for long, but

way you’re feeling, eating might be a bit tricky. What do you feel like having for dinner?”

the mood to cook for herself.

slook her head, “I’m not hungry. I

you

down. “Rest for a bit. I guess you probably don’t feel like talking. either, so just try not to think

“Okay, fine.”

lay down,

didn’t leave right away but went to the

the faint sounds of someone moving about in the kitchen. She guessed Sherilyn was

a while, the noise

her phone buzzed with a message from Sherilyn.

rice cooker and air–fried some

suddenly welled up in Rebecca’s

hand to

She didn’t press her for details; she just cared if her wounds hurt or

Rebecca’s place, Sherilyn stepped into the

“Wow.”

hand, catching the falling snowflakes. After a whole