Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 301

Chapter 301 

Sherilyn turned around and headed back to her room. 

Her room wasn’t on the same floor as Edgar’s; she had to go down two flights of stairs. 

As she was getting out of the elevator, her phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number, and it was a call from back home. 

Hesitating for a second, Sherilyn answered. “Hello?” 

“Sherilyn.” A somewhat familiar voice came through, “This is Adela Ferguson.” Sherilyn’s heart skipped a beat. It was Edgar’s mother! She had a bad feeling about this–Edgar had just arrived, and now his mother was calling her. 

“Mrs. Ferguson,” Sherilyn braced herself, “What can I do for you?” 

“It’s hard to explain over the phone, let’s meet in person.” 

Meet in person? Sherilyn tensed up. “Mrs. Ferguson, where are you?” 

“Right.” Adela was straightforward. “I’m at your hotel. Meet me in the café. I’ll wait for you.” 

With that, she hung up. 

Sherilyn, holding her phone, furrowed her brows. She knew she had to face this eventually, so she might as well go. 

The café wasn’t too crowded at this hour. 

As soon as Sherilyn entered, she spotted Adela sitting by the window, wearing sunglasses and sipping on a coffee. 

She quickened her steps and approached, “Mrs. Ferguson.” 

Adela looked up, took off her sunglasses, and gestured for her to sit, “Please, 

have a seat.” 

“Thank you,” Sherilyn took her seat. 

“Would you like something to drink?” Adela asked with a polite smile. 

“No, thank you,” Sherilyn shook her head 

“You must,” Adela’s lips curved slightly, “Relax, I’m here to talk, not to fight. Don’t be so tense–shall I decide for you then?” 

Without waiting for Sherilyn to respond, she signaled a 

Waiter 

“Could we have a cup of oat milk latte, please?” 

“Right away.” 

Sherilyn had no choice but to express her gratitude, “Thank you, Mrs. Ferguson.” 

“You’re welcome.” 

Adela kept her smile, and even seemed a bit apologetic as she started, “Our last encounter was rather unpleasant. I was too impulsive, and I apologize if I scared you.” 

“Not at all!” Sherilyn was startled and quickly waved it off, “You were just speaking the truth, there’s nothing to take offense at.” 

“Is that so?” A flicker passed through Adela’s eyes. “Since you believe everything I said was true, you won’t be staying with Edgar then?” 

Right then, the waiter arrived. 

“Your oat milk latte,” he placed it in front of Sherilyn. 

“Thank you.” Sherilyn held the cup but didn’t drink. 

Adela’s gaze sharpened slightly. “Drink up. Let’s talk it over.” 

“Yeah, okay.” Sherilyn took a few sips. 

On her way there, Sherilyn had rehearsed some of what Adela wanted to say.