Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 239

Gilbert eyed her warily, his hand inching forward in an attempt to grasp hers. But once again, Sherilyn dodged his reach.

"Sherilyn?"

A flash of cold frustration sparked in Gilbert's eyes. "Don't you get it? Am I out to get you or something?"

"No..." Sherilyn shook her head, raising her hand. While he had stepped away for just a moment, she had already wrapped her hand with a handkerchief, albeit hastily. Now, she was much more composed.

Facing Gilbert, whose face darkened with anger, she said, "It looks worse than it is, really. I’m fine, thanks for your help." Her tone was cool and distant.

Rejected over and over again, Gilbert wasn't even sure if he was used to it by now, but surprisingly, he didn't grow angrier. Instead, a sense of helplessness washed over him. Yet, he refused to leave.

"Don't talk nonsense! Since I’ve stumbled upon this and even lent a hand, there's no way I'm leaving you here by yourself..." He paused, shooting her a pointed look. "Where's Edgar? What kind of boyfriend is he, missing at a time like this?"

Sherilyn fell silent. She couldn't exactly say that Edgar wasn't really her boyfriend; she couldn't boss him around as if he were.

Gilbert lifted his chin. "Call Edgar, get him here!"

How could Sherilyn possibly do that?

"Do it now!" Gilbert, oblivious to her hesitation, furrowed his brows and urged, "You have two choices. Come with me, or get Edgar here, right now!"

Was there really a choice to be made? Between the two options, Sherilyn naturally chose the latter. "Alright."

Under Gilbert's imposing gaze, Sherilyn dug out her phone from her bag and dialed Edgar's number.

"Hello?" Edgar picked up almost immediately. "Sherilyn? What's up?"

His voice carried a hint of joy. Feeling guilty, Sherilyn mustered her courage. "Where are you? Can you, maybe, come pick me up?"

"Of course!" Edgar didn't hesitate. "Where are you? I'll be right there!"