Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 202

Chapter 202 

Sherilyn barely had time to register the collision before apologizing, “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there!” 

The person she bumped into looked down at her, a slight frown creasing his forehead. “Sherilyn?” 

“Huh?” That voice sounded familiar. When looking closer, Sherilyn’s eyes widened in recognition. “Edgar… Edgar?” 

“Yeah, me.” Edgar’s frown deepened, confusion and concern etching his features. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” 

It appeared to him that Sherilyn was trembling, her complexion pale, her lips almost ashen, a clear sign of fear. 

Edgar asked, “Did something happen? Are you scared? Is someone after you?” “It’s just… yeah.” Sherilyn struggled to keep her composure, her eyes brimming with tears despite her best effort to stay calm. 

Seeing her so vulnerable made Edgar’s heart flutter, and he softened his voice, “Come with me. I won’t hurt you. You know that, right?” 

“Yes,” Sherilyn managed a shaky nod. 

“Alright, let’s go.” Leading the way, Edgar guided her into a small utility room on the ground floor, a makeshift sanctuary from whatever was haunting her. 

Outside, Gilbert burst from the elevator, his handsome face clouded with worry, calling out, “Sherilyn! Where are you? Can you hear me?” 

Upon hearing his voice, Sherilyn seemed to turn even paler, her trembling intensifying. 

After witnessing it, Edgar was puzzled but restrained himself, fearing the wrong word might worsen Sherilyn’s state. 

After a while, when Gilbert failed to find Sherilyn and left the building, Edgar cautiously suggested, “I’ll go check outside. Stay here, okay?” 

“Okay,” she whispered, gratitude in her eyes. “Thank you.” 

Chapter 202 

“You’re welcome,” Edgar smiled gently before stepping out. 

Once he confirmed Gilbert had driven away, Edgar returned, reassuringly telling her, “He’s gone. You can come out now.” 

“Oh.” Sherilyn nodded slowly, stepping out and taking a deep breath, then offered Edgar an apologetic smile. “Sorry for the trouble.” 

“Not at all. How are you feeling? Can I drive you home?” Edgar asked, concerned about her well–being and the difficulty getting a ride from their current location. Even though Sherilyn had turned him down, Edgar couldn’t leave her alone. 

Sherilyn hesitated, and Edgar quickly added, “Don’t think about refusing. Friends help each other. Let me do this.” 

“Okay. Thank you,” Sherilyn finally agreed.