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...

all he could

day Jenna was out of

then, he

to wait was voluntary, independent

would be better, and Sherilyn and Gilbert

be

Sherilyn and

wouldn't have

falling snowflake, "This

...

apartment, Jenna had already bathed and gone

bustling about. Sherilyn noticed the kitchen

vel.se

ingredients, snacks, and g

red...

this?" Sherilyn asked, picking it

paper for window decorations," Sophia explained with a laugh. "Don't you know? Haven't you

"I know, but

child 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 tight budget and Jenna to care

rolled up her sleeves.

"Sure."

Sherilyn opened the package, she reflected, "Christmas' is

you grow

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