Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Don't be upset."

Sherilyn barely managed a smirk. "Next time, I'll pick out my own dress, okay? After all, you always seem to choose things she likes. If there's a next time, I guess I'll just have to 'return it to its rightful owner,' right?"

Gilbert was taken aback, his eyes narrowing. "What are you talking about? Return what to its rightful owner?"

"Huh?" Sherilyn almost burst into laughter. "I mean, like that headband, and the dress, and remember when we showed up wearing the same thing? Mr. Gilbert..."Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

She paused, teasingly added, "You were actually picking them out for her, weren't you?"

Beep beep! A car horn honked from behind.

Sherilyn quickly said, "Gotta go, talk later! Bye!"

Then, she hung up and pedaled off at the street corner.

"Sherilyn!" On the other end, Gilbert was furious! Is that really what she thought of him? Did she just disregard everything he said to her?

He had given her those things-the headband, the dress-and all she could talk about was him and Caroline!

Did she not feel appreciated at all? Or did she simply not care? If she was so indifferent, why should he bother anymore?

If he kept this up, he'd be a fool!

...

Meanwhile, Sherilyn pocketed her phone and pedaled towards Twilight Trail.

As she turned the corner, a car silently approached.

Sherilyn gasped, slamming on her brakes just in time to avoid a collision. But due to the slippery snow-covered road, her bike skidded, sending her sliding across the pavement!

"Ah-" The car that had turned also braked hard.

"What happened?" Edgar, who was in the backseat, suddenly woke up and straightened to see what was in the middle of the road.

"Sir, someone fell. But we didn't hit her; she slipped on her own!"

The person lying in the snow...

Edgar recognized her instantly. Sherilyn, it was Sherilyn!

Edgar's breathing quickened as he opened the car door and stepped out, his steps faltering.

"Sir!" the driver exclaimed, "You forgot your cane!"

Since his accident in Crestwood, Edgar's leg hadn't fully recovered, and he still needed a cane for support.

"No need!"

Edgar, concerned only for Sherilyn, disregarded everything else. At that moment, even if it meant breaking every bone in his body, she was all he could see!

Sherilyn, along with her bike, had skidded out and, unfortunately, her head had struck a streetlamp post.

"Ugh." She managed a groan before losing consciousness, collapsing onto the snowy ground.

"Sherilyn!" Edgar kneeled in the snow, picking Sherilyn up and gently patting her cheek.

His heart raced, breaths coming in short gasps.

"Sherilyn, wake up! Don't scare me! It's Edgar, can you hear me?"

Sherilyn remained unresponsive in his arms.

"Sherilyn, Sherilyn!"

Panicked, Edgar lifted Sherilyn, wincing as he stood up, his injured leg protesting.

"Sir!" the driver was alarmed, "Let me help. Your leg..."

"To the car!"

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a driver a stranger? Even if it losing his leg, he wouldn't allow it!

The driver, helpless, watched as Edgar painstakingly carried Sherilyn to the car.

"Drive, to the nearest hospital!"

"Right away, sir."

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too tightly might hurt her.