Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Sir, I'm heading out! Bye-bye!"

With a quick twist of her little body, she didn't linger; she just ran off into the distance.

At the door, the nurse picked her up, "It's way past your bedtime, you know that?"

"I know, don't be mad, lady."

Watching them disappear, Gilbert stood up, his hand instinctively going to the spot where the little munchkin had planted a kiss, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Mr. Gilbert!"

Charles had finished up his appointment and was looking everywhere for him. "Where'd you wander off to? I've been looking all over." "Let's head out."

Gilbert didn't go into details, just massaged his temples. He was really feeling under the weather.

Turned out, after seeing the doctor, he was admitted to the hospital.

...

Crimson Table.

"Ouch-"

"What's wrong?" Edgar paused, his gaze snapping to Sherilyn across from him.

"It's nothing..." Sherilyn offered a sheepish smile, shaking her head.

They had planned a dinner date, but as luck would have it, while she was cutting her steak, her hand slipped, and the knife nicked her palm.

"Let me see?" Edgar, concerned, took her hand to inspect it. "How did you manage to nick yourself?"

Sherilyn couldn't really explain it. Just moments ago, she had spaced out, lost in thought.

"It's fine."

After a thorough check, Edgar relaxed, "It's not cut, just a bit red."This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

"Told you it was nothing."

Sherilyn pulled back her hand. "Come on, eat up. Don't you have a flight to catch tonight?"

Edgar had a business trip to Rainshore City scheduled for the next day.

"Yeah, sure." Edgar refilled her glass with water. "Sorry, I can't drop you off the day after tomorrow."

"Huh?" Sherilyn chuckled, bemused

"What are you apologizing for? You're leaving tonight, how would you drop me off? Besides, I'm not a kid anymore."

"Still, it's your first international performance." Edgar couldn't hide his regret.

"It's really okay. I'm not going alone; I've got the whole dance troupe with me. Plús, it's Crestwood. Remember, I lived there for four years; I know it like the back of my hand."

Sherilyn reassured him. "Focus on your business. I can take care of myself." "Alright, then."

Despite his disappointment, Edgar had no choice but to accept it.

Leaving the Crimson Table, Edgar drove Sherilyn to the entrance of Twilight Trail.

"This is fine. You better head to the airport," Sherilyn said as she got out of the car. His suitcase was already in the trunk, ready for him to head straight to the airport.

"Bye." Sherilyn slung her bag over her shoulder, waving goodbye.

"Sherilyn!" Just as she turned to leave, Edgar called out to her.

Sherilyn turned around, her smile gentle. "What is it, Mr. Ferguson? Don't tell me you're going to nag."

"It's not that..."

Edgar laughed awkwardly, his expression suddenly serious. "Sherilyn, when can I... how do I put this... make things official between us?" Sherilyn was taken aback.

"I'm not trying to rush you." Edgar

didn't expect an immediate yes. just thought, maybe it's time to consider? We... we're good together, aren't we?"

Sherilyn opened her mouth but no words came out.

"If you think I'm alright..."

She remained silent, and Edgar didn't show any sign of disappointment. "When you get back from Crestwood, can we make it official? Is that okay?"

After saying his piece, he didn't wait for her response. "I should get going then."

With a smile, he waved at Sherilyn and drove away.

Sherilyn stood there, rooted to the spot. After returning from Crestwood... make it official?

...

As Edgar drove off, he didn't notice a car trailing not too far behind him.