Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Sherilyn paused, a hint of surprise flickering in her eyes. Had he finally seen the light?

Although slightly puzzled by the sudden shift in his demeanor, the outcome was precisely what she had hoped for.

"Okay," Sherilyn said with a small, pursed-lip smile. "Take care, I'm off."

"You too..."

Edgar Ferguson nodded slightly, stepping out of the car to open the door for her.

Their eyes met, sharing a laugh.

Sherilyn waved at him. "I'm heading in. It's snowing; drive safely."

"I will. Go ahead, I'll wait till you're inside before I leave."

"Okay."

Sherilyn turned and walked away.

The moment she turned, the smile on Edgar's face vanished, leaving behind a depth of emotion in his eyes that couldn't be easily dispelled. Watching her retreating figure, he murmured softly, "Sherilyn, I'll wait for you."

He understood Sherilyn's predicament.

From her point of view, it totally made sense.

As a mother, her daughter had to come first... He couldn't and wouldn't compete with Jenna...

he could do

day Jenna was out

he

to wait was

be better, and Sherilyn and

be his

to his hopes, Sherilyn and Gilbert did

he wouldn't have any

corner of his mouth, catching a falling snowflake, "This is my hope for myself."

...

in her apartment, Jenna had

noticed the kitchen table was

vel.se

ingredients, snacks, and g

red...

this?" Sherilyn asked, picking it

explained with a laugh. "Don't you know? Haven't you done

"I know, but it's been a long time since I've done

living with her grandma, it was an annual tradition. But after moving to the Johnson family, such tasks were left to the servants. And later, in Crestwood, with a

up her sleeves. "Let

"Sure."

package, she

grow up, time seems to

moved to the window, pulled back the curtain, and carefully placed the decoration, smoothing it out. "Makes