Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

“Okay.”

The burgers were brought to the table, and Edgar took a bite. It was indeed delicious.

“Yeah, this is good.”

“Right?” Sherilyn’s eyes crinkled with a smile.

“Thanks for treating me to the pumpkin pie…”

It was only after he’d nearly finished eating that she softly said, “But, in the future, please don’t buy it for me anymore.”

Hearing this, Edgar was taken aback, his expression darkening.

A bit panicked, he asked, “…You don’t like it?”

“Yes, I don’t.”

Edgar was struck, at a loss for words, just staring at her blankly. “I’m sorry…”

“There’s no need to apologize.”

Sherilyn let out a sigh, speaking softly, “The pumpkin pie is delicious, I really like it. But, please don’t bring it anymore.”

Edgar nodded, “I understand, you don’t like me…”

He just couldn’t accept it; he hadn’t even had the chance to let her get to know him.

“Do you really dislike me that much?”

“Don’t talk about yourself like that,” Sherilyn said lightly, “You’re a great guy, I believe you know that–but we’re just not right for each other, even if… you were just looking for a fling.”

A fling? Is that how she saw him?

“No!” Edgar was startled.

He quickly shook his head, his words tumbling out in his haste, “I never thought that! I don’t see you as just a fling!”

That made it even worse. Sherilyn thought silently.

She sighed, “Then you should understand, we’re just not a good match.”

“Why not?”

To Edgar, she was the first girl he had ever fallen for! From the moment he saw her on the stage at the Neon Nights Bar, he couldn’t forget her.

How could he give up without even starting? How could he be content with that?

08:23

“Are you worried about your marriage history with Gilbert?”

Sherilyn frowned slightly, not answering directly. Instead, she said, “You should find someone. who matches your social and financial status.”

“But, who I like isn’t something I can control with my reason!”

What era was it?

Edgar couldn’t accept such a reason. “No one would miss out on someone they like over a marriage history!”

Sherilyn opened her mouth but found herself at a loss for words.

She hadn’t expected Edgar, who seemed so mild–mannered, to express his feelings in such a direct and passionate way.

She was indeed moved. But it was precisely because she was moved that she had to reject

him.

“Thank you

r your affection, really, but please let this be the end.”

“Why?” Edgar couldn’t understand, “Even Sylvia supports you finding a new life, why do you reject it?”

Sherilyn couldn’t explain, only saying, “This is my decision, I’m sorry, I’m not looking to start a new relationship. And you, it’s just an initial attraction, don’t come looking for me anymore… you’ll forget about me soon.”

She stood up.

“I’ve already paid for the burgers, thanks for the pumpkin pie, consider it my return gift. Let’s… end it here.”

With that, she picked up her bag, not daring to look back at Edgar, and walked away.

“Sherilyn! Sherilyn!”

Edgar stood to chase after her, but the street was too crowded, and Sherilyn kept moving forward without looking back. Soon, the crowd had separated them.

“Sherilyn?”

Edgar stood amongst the throng, looking around, muttering in defeat, “But what if I can’t forget you?”

“Are you worried about your marriage history with Gilbert?”

Sherilyn frowned slightly, not answering directly. Instead, she said, “You should find someone who matches your social and financial status.”

“But, who I like isn’t something I can control with my reason!”

What era was it?

Edgar couldn’t accept such a reason. “No one would miss out on someone they like over a marriage history!”

Sherilyn opened her mouth but found herself at a loss for words.

She hadn’t expected Edgar, who seemed so mild–mannered, to express his feelings in such a direct and passionate way.

She was indeed moved. But it was precisely because she was moved that she had to reject

him.

“Thank you for your affection, really, but please let this be the end.”

“Why?” Edgar couldn’t understand, “Even Sylvia supports you finding a new life, why do your reject it?”

Sherilyn couldn’t explain, only saying. “This is my decision, I’m sorry, I’m not looking to start a new relationship. And you, it’s just an initial attraction, don’t come looking for me anymore… you’ll forget about me soon.”

She stood up.

“I’ve already paid for the burgers, thanks for the pumpkin pie, consider it my return gift. Let’s… end it here.”

With that, she picked up her bag, not daring to look back at Edgar, and walked away.

“Sherilyn! Sherilyn!”

Edgar stood to chase after her, but the street was too crowded, and Sherilyn kept moving forward without looking back. Soon, the crowd had separated them.

“Sherilyn?”

Edgar stood amongst the throng, looking around, muttering in defeat, “But what if I can’t forget you?”

“Are you worried about your marriage history with Gilbert?”

Sherilyn frowned slightly, not answering directly. Instead, she said, “You should find someone who matches your social and financial status.”

“But, who I like isn’t something I can control with my reason!”

What era was it?

Edgar couldn’t accept such a reason. “No one would miss out on someone they like over a marriage history!” Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Sherilyn opened her mouth but found herself at a loss for words.

She hadn’t expected Edgar, who seemed so mild–mannered, to express his feelings in such a direct and passionate way.

She was indeed moved. But it was precisely because she was moved that she had to reject

him.

“Thank you for your affection, really, but please let this be the end.”

“Why?” Edgar couldn’t understand, “Even Sylvia supports you finding a new life, why do your reject it?”

Sherilyn couldn’t explain, only saying, “This is my decision, I’m sorry, I’m not looking to start a new relationship. And you, it’s just an initial attraction, don’t come looking for me anymore… you’ll forget about me soon.”

She stood up.

“I’ve already paid for the burgers, thanks for the pumpkin pie, consider it my return gift. Let’s… end it here.”

With that, she picked up her bag, not daring to look back at Edgar, and walked away.

“Sherilyn! Sherilyn!”

Edgar stood to chase after her, but the street was too crowded, and Sherilyn kept moving forward without looking back. Soon, the crowd had separated them.

“Sherilyn?”

Edgar stood amongst the throng, looking around, muttering in defeat, “But what if I can’t forget you?”