Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 218

Chapter 218 

“Hey! Awesome!” Edgar was thrilled, his smile stretching from ear to ear. Glancing at his watch, he said, “I’m running late. I have to catch my flight! See you when I get back!” 

“See you soon.” Sherilyn waved him off, watching as he drove away. 

Turning to walk down the alley, she mumbled, “A birthday… so, I need to get a birthday present. But what should I get for Edgar?” 

By the way, she was doing quite well for herself. Thanks to Edwin’s efficiency, she received the alimony check from Gilbert. And it was a hefty sum. But even with all this money, she wasn’t one to splurge unnecessarily. 

First off, it was against her frugal habits. Secondly, Jenna would need money for many things in the future, and Sherilyn intended to save for her. 

There’s truth in the saying, “Biting the hand that feeds you is never good.” With the alimony in hand, her bitterness toward Gilbert had somewhat faded. 

But back to Edgar’s birthday present, she wondered what she should get him. Considering Edgar’s affluent background, he lacked nothing. A gift should be lavish or meaningful for someone of his stature. Lavish? Sherilyn couldn’t afford it. So, meaningful it was. 

As she walked, Sherilyn decided on the perfect gift. Instead of heading straight to her rented apartment, she made a detour to the nearby night. market on Serenity Street, bustling with life after dark. From food to everyday knick–knacks, it had everything. 

The market wasn’t in full swing yet, so it wasn’t crowded. Sherilyn was in luck and quickly found what she was looking for, picking up some groceries on the 

way. 

Back at her apartment, she had some vegetable salad, a nod to her body–conscious diet as a dancer. Then, changing into her practice clothes, she went through her daily routine of basic exercises. After a shower, she prepared dinner. 

With dinner out of the way, Sherilyn cleared the only large table in her apartment, wiping it down until it was spotless. Then, she opened a plastic. 

bag. Inside was her purchase from the night market, a piece of fabric, pure white, pure cotton. That was her birthday gift for Edgar, a shirt she intended to make herself. 

Yes, Sherilyn had skills. Her grandmother, Natalie, was a tailor and had raised Sherilyn, supporting her dance lessons with her sewing. Dance lessons. weren’t cheap, and Natalie adored her granddaughter. 

Ever the dutiful granddaughter, Sherilyn would help out, picking up the craft over time. While she wasn’t as skilled as Natalie, she could manage some items, like shirts and skirts. 

Spreading the fabric, Sherilyn visualized Edgar’s measurements, sketching outlines with tailor’s chalk.