Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 890

"Everyone has their off days, right?" Rebecca White tossed the cotton ball into the trash bin and returned to help Sherilyn stand up. "Let's go home, take it slow. Make sure you're steady on your feet, and don't walk until you're no longer dizzy..." "Got it, big sis Rebecca..."

As they approached the door, Sherilyn's phone rang. It was Edgar.

"Hello?" Sherilyn paused, swiping to answer the call.

"Sherilyn," Edgar's voice came through, filled with concern, "Are you sick?"

"How did you know?" Sherilyn was surprised.

Edgar sidestepped the question, pressing on, "How are you feeling now? Is it serious? Are you still feeling unwell?"

"It's nothing." Sherilyn chuckled, "Just a cold..."

"That's a relief..." Edgar sighed softly, finally addressing her initial question. "Gilbert came looking for me. He told me you were sick."

What? Sherilyn was taken aback, her smile fading. Gilbert actually went to see Edgar?

confront me, wanted to

Sherilyn was shocked; Gilbert was really

"Sherilyn."

him,

should know, to prepare yourself-Anyway, I'm

"Goodbye."

deep in thought. So

she

end of the hallway in his

closed his eyes.

he would not let her know, would not get close to her again. Loving her was his own affair. Letting

mind, he suddenly remembered the first time he saw Sherilyn at the Neon Nights Bar... She was so beautiful, shining brightly on stage! It was the first time in his

her at that first encounter.

Ridge Community. From a distance, they saw Gilbert's flashy Bentley parked at the building. "Why is he here?" Rebecca White looked at Sherilyn, puzzled, "I thought you said he

Sherilyn frowned, shaking her

and walked over, looking down at Sherilyn. She looked a bit better than

cleared his throat,