Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



"Sorry, the meeting went a bit over time. Have you been waiting long?"

"No, not at all."

Sherilyn chuckled, "You're just in time for dinner. Let's head inside; it looks like a storm's brewing, and the wind's picking up." "Alright then..."

"Whoa!"

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through, causing Sherilyn to yelp and cover her eyes.

"What's wrong?" Edgar bent down anxiously, instinctively reaching out to her.

"It feels like..."

Sherilyn blinked, trying to open her eyes but to no avail, "I think something got in my eye."

"Let me take a look!"

After a brief hesitation, Edgar gently held her head, asking, "Which eye?"This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

"The left." Sherilyn, with her right eye open, speculated, "It might be a speck of dust."

Her left eye was teary.

"I'm checking..."

Edgar carefully lifted her left eyelid.

"It's not dust; it's an eyelash."

"No wonder it's so uncomfortable..." Upon hearing that, Sherilyn moved to rub it.

"Don't," Edgar caught her hand. "You can't see it, let me help..."

"Okay." Sherilyn complied, lowering her hand.

Holding her head, Edgar peeled back the eyelid again and leaned in to gently blow.

"Is it better?"

"Not yet... Almost, it's starting to come out..."

Not too far away, Gilbert emerged from the garage, his gaze landing on Edgar, who had his back to him, with Sherilyn in his arms.

From his angle, it looked as if they were kissing.

"Gilbert?" Caroline glanced up at him, catching the jealousy and resentment in his eyes.

They had already parted ways, yet he still couldn't let her go?

Caroline's lips curved into a barely audible chuckle, "Look at them, kissing without a care in the world Couldn't they find somewhere private? It's like they just can't help themselves... Is this what they call irresistible attraction?"

"..." Gilbert's expression darkened, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he remained silent.

Meanwhile, Sherilyn and Edgar were oblivious to their observers.

"It's gone." Edgar released his hold, "How does it feel?"

Sherilyn blinked and smiled brightly, "It's better! Thanks a lot." "Don't mention it."

Edgar offered a faint smile, noticing she was

slightly dressed. He took off

his blazer and draped it over bela

shoulders.

"The weather's turned; better not catch a cold."

"I'll be fine..." Sherilyn attempted to decline, "It's warm inside."

"Better safe than sorry." Edgar insisted, "What if you catch a chill just now?"

"Then thank you. Let's head inside."

"Sure."

Wrapped in Edgar's blazer, the two of them slowly walked away, chatting and laughing.

"Sigh..."

Watching their retreating figures, Caroline sighed wistfully, "They're moving fast, aren't they?"

"But..."

set

Caroline chuckled, as if recalling something, "They've liked each other

for a while, it was about time the).

got together... So maybe it's not too fast, what do you think?"

"Yeah." Gilbert's expression was unreadable, wanting to change the subject. "It's cold out here, let's go inside."

He unlocked the wheelchair, pushing Caroline ahead.

The image of Sherilyn and Edgar embracing and kissing lingered in his mind...

His grip on the wheelchair tightened, his heart constricting.

It tightened further, seemingly about to burst!

He had personally pushed Edgar towards Sherilyn!

He had hoped Edgar and Sherilyn would be happy together...

Seeing them like this, he should feel happy for them, right? But why did it hurt so much?