Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 889

"What the hell did you just say?!"

Gilbert was so shocked that he blurted out a curse. A menacing look appeared in his dark eyes as he grabbed Edgar by the collar with one hand, raising his other fist high as if to strike.

Edgar, however, neither dodged nor flinched; instead, he closed his eyes, as if resigned to whatever would come. "Go ahead, hit me. I'm a jerk."

Gilbert's face was a furious shade of purple, his jaw clenched so tightly that his fist quivered with the effort to restrain himself. Yet, despite his anger, he couldn't bring himself to let the punch fly. This was the man Sherilyn cared about—he just couldn't hit him.

With his lips pressed into a tight line, Gilbert growled, "Why?"

"Why?"

When the expected blow didn't land, Edgar slowly opened his eyes, chuckling softly as he shook his head, "I don't know, I just fell out of love..."

"Jerk!"

Gilbert was on the verge of exploding, his jaw set tight. Then, a thought crossed his mind, "Is it because of the trending news? Because I came forward to clear things up?"

"Maybe," Edgar replied, raising an eyebrow.

Gilbert felt a pang in his chest, his mind clouded with disbelief. "Did you just find out she used to be with me? You fell for her when she was still my wife!"

"You were the one who said her past didn't matter to you, that you only cared about her future."

"Yeah," Edgar replied lightly, "I did say that..."

"So, what the hell is it then?"

Gilbert's frustration was boiling over. Suddenly, he thought of something else, "Is it because of that photo...? Are you upset about Sherilyn's night at the Neon Nights Bar?"

Gilbert had managed to suppress the rumors about Sherilyn and Ernest, but Yates knew the truth. And if Yates knew, so did Edgar.

"You..."

Gilbert was uncertain, his eyebrows raised slightly, "Don't tell me you doubt Sherilyn's character? You despise her?"

Edgar frowned, remaining silent.

Was he admitting it?