Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 211

"Sherilyn..." Edgar couldn't help but stare, muttering her name in awe.

"Hmm?" Sherilyn's smile lingered on her face.

"There's something in your hair." Edgar raised his hand, touching her hair gently to pick out the foreign object.

Sherilyn was curious. "What is it?"

Edgar handed it to her, and upon inspection, Sherilyn realized it was a tiny, shiny sequin. "Oh, it must have come off my dance costume."

At the crossroad, inside an elegant Bentley, Gilbert silently observed the scene, his gaze growing colder by the second, slowly turning frosty. Suddenly, he averted his gaze. "David, drive."

"Ah, okay, Mr. Gilbert." David started the car, careful not to make a sound.

A heartbroken man was not someone to mess with, after all.

As the car pulled away, Gilbert closed his eyes, leaning back in his seat.

‘It’s no big deal,’ he admitted. Recently, he did feel something special for Sherilyn. He might as well call it a crush. But it was just that, nothing more. It was not like he couldn't live without her. After all, who couldn't live without whom in this world?

He didn't believe in such feelings! Till death do us part? He thought it was just a myth.

Meanwhile, Edgar withdrew his hand, whispering, "Gilbert has left."

"Has he?" Upon hearing that, Sherilyn sighed in relief, her nerves finally relaxing as she tried not to look around too much. "Does that mean we can go now?"

Us? Edgar's heart leaped at her phrasing.

Suppressing a smile, he nodded, "Yeah, sure."

Then, he added shyly, "Sherilyn, are you free tonight? I'd love to take you out for dinner. Is that okay?"