Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147 

Sherilyn didn’t even glance across the street before hopping into Edgar’s car. 

Watching the car pull away, Gilbert stood silent, his grip on his phone so tight that the screen cracked under the pressure. 

As they drove off, Edgar motioned to Sherilyn. 

“There’s a bag on the back seat, can you grab it?” 

“Oh, sure.” 

Sherilyn paused for a moment, then turned to reach for the bag, finding it unexpectedly heavy and wondering what was inside. 

“Do 

you want me to open it?” she asked. 

“Yeah, open it.” 

“Okay.” 

Inside was a thermal food delivery box, so it probably had something to eat in it. 

Upon opening it, she found some pumpkin pies. 

Sherilyn looked up, perplexed, “This is…?” 

“Pumpkin pie, your favorite, right?” Edgar chuckled. 

“Yes.” 

She remembered, he had bought it for her once. 

But that time, because of Gilbert, she never got to enjoy it. 

“Go ahead, eat,” Edgar said, noticing she hadn’t moved, and nudged his chin forward, “I bought it for you. 

Sherilyn felt a bit embarrassed. He couldn’t have bought it just for her, could he? 

Before, she had sensed that Edgar might have had some subtle feelings for her. 

A gentleman like him, a regular at Neon Nights Bar, probably harbored intentions similar to those Mr. Smith had towards her. 

Sherilyn never thought too highly of herself, but now that Jenna’s surgery was paid for, she wasn’t planning to sell herself anymore. 

After all, selling oneself was a last resort. 

Seeing her hesitation, Edgar got a bit anxious, “What’s wrong? Don’t like it?” 

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“How could I not?” 

he 

Sherilyn snapped out of her thoughts and smiled, “It’s just, eating in the car might not be very polite. It’ll leave a scent.” 

“What scent?” Edgar raised an eyebrow, “A sweet one? That’s a good thing.” 

Sherilyn paused, then laughed genuinely, “Then I’ll enjoy it.” 

“Good, eat.” 

Sherilyn lifted the lid, the sweet aroma wafting up to her nose, prompting her to take a deep breath 

She tasted it, saying, “Wow… so sweet, so delicious.” 

“That’s great.” 

Edgar watched her through the rearview mirror, his lips curving into a smile, feeling warmth spread across his cheeks. 

The car stopped at the entrance to Twilight Trail. 

Sherilyn got out, “I’m here, thanks for the ride.” 

“You live here?” Edgar was surprised; he had thought she lived at the Johnson Mansion. 

“Yes.” 

Understanding his confusion, Sherilyn explained, “Sylvia just got out of surgery, and I’m staying with her for a few days. After all, I’m not part of the Johnson family, so I can’t stay there indefinitely.” 

Hearing this, Edgar felt a surge of happiness. That meant she and Gilbert were truly over. 

“You’re right,” Edgar said with a smile. 

“Well, I should get going.”