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 was

for the day Jenna was out

then, he couldn't

was voluntary,

would be better, and Sherilyn and Gilbert wouldn't end

be his

his hopes, Sherilyn and Gilbert did

he wouldn't have any

his mouth, catching a falling snowflake, "This

...

had already bathed and

however, was still bustling about. Sherilyn noticed the kitchen table was laden

vel.se

ingredients, snacks, and g

red...

this?" Sherilyn asked, picking it up but not recognizing it

for window decorations," Sophia explained with a laugh. "Don't

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

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

her sleeves. "Let

"Sure."

she reflected, "Christmas'

Once you grow up,

curtain, and carefully placed the decoration,