Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

“You really don’t have to,” Gilbert quickly interjected, “You’re not like those without any background or resources, right?”

His protective tone was so apparent that Caroline paused for a moment, looking at him with a smile.

Gilbert seemed puzzled, as if he had said something wrong.

“I mean, don’t push yourself too hard. Francis… he’d worry about you.”

Francis?

He was just dropping Francis name as an excuse to look out for her, wasn’t he? This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Caroline just smiled softly, not exposing him. “I’ll keep that in mind, thanks.”

The rest of the ride passed in silence.

The driver took Caroline to her destination.

The area was bustling, making it inconvenient for Gilbert to step out.

“I should go now.” Caroline put on her sunglasses and mask, turning to leave.

“Caroline…

Suddenly, Gilbert called out to her.

“Yes?” Caroline turned back, looking at him curiously, “Something else?”

“No…” Gilbert shook his head, deciding to wait a bit longer before discussing his brother’s issue until he was ready.

“Make sure you rest well and don’t skip meals.”

“Alright, I got it,” Caroline replied with a laugh, playfully chiding, “Such a nag for someone so young, huh?”

Though her words sounded like a complaint, they were devoid of any displeasure, instead carrying a sweet undertone.

After seeing Caroline off, Gilbert received a call from Yates.

“Where you at?”

“What’s up?”

“Fancy heading to Neon Nights Bar tonight? It’s been a while since we all got together.”

With a slight smirk, Gilbert asked, “Who’s all gonna be there?”

“Ah,” Yates chuckled, “Who else? You, me, Derek, and oh, Edgar’s coming too.

08:27

Instantly, Gilbert’s expression tensed slightly. “Sounds good.”

He had been planning to go anyway, but with Edgar attending, he felt even more compelled.

By the time Gilbert arrived, Yates and the others were already there, deep in conversation and laughter.

“What’s the big joke?” Gilbert sat down, his gaze drifting unintentionally towards Edgar, “Seems lively.”

“Cough, cough.”

Edgar felt uneasy under his gaze, especially after finding out Sherilyn was his ex–wife, and coughed nervously.

“Gilbert.”

“Mhm.” Gilbert nodded slightly, his demeanor cool.

Edgar’s unease was not lost on Gilbert, who was curious to see how they would behave under his watchful eye.

Sherilyn received a package.

“Huh?” A colleague curiously asked, “Did Mr. Gilbert send that just to you today?”

“Oh come on! Isn’t that expected? Why should we always benefit from their personal exchanges?”

Sherilyn just smiled, saying nothing.

Her intuition told her this wasn’t from Gilbert.

Because it was pumpkin pie.

Her phone buzzed with a message from Edgar,

[Did you get the pumpkin pie?]

Just as she thought, it was him.

Sherilyn frowned, a cloud of worry in her mind.

She could clearly sense Edgar’s feelings for her, but they being together was a total no–go.

Regardless of Edgar’s intentions, she wasn’t interested.

If Sylvia found out about their interactions, she’d likely do everything in her power to push them together. Yet, Sherilyn couldn’t allow it.

Putting aside her past divorce and her child, Sherilyn wasn’t ready to say she’d spend her life alone.

However, if there ever was a chance for remarriage, Edgar couldn’t be the one

Meanwhile, Edgar was distracted, occasionally glancing at his phone.

Finally, it lit up. She had replied!

[Free tonight? Let me treat you to some late–night eats?]