Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 271

Rebecca pointed at the pearls on her headband. "Look, Tahitian pearls. Good quality, though a tad small for a headband."

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"Mmhmm..." Rebecca mused. "Just these? They've got to be worth at least a grand, right?"

She eyed Sherilyn, puzzled. "You didn't buy this yourself?"

"No." Sherilyn shook her head.

How could she afford it? If she knew Gilbert had spent so much, she wouldn't have accepted it.

...

Every evening before a show, the dance troupe members would have dinner early.

Before putting on makeup, Sherilyn and Rebecca decided to grab something to eat at the commercial street next to their dance troupe.

On their way back, they saw a familiar figure under the streetlight from a distance.

Edgar, tall and noticeable, was holding a bag, eagerly waiting for Sherilyn to approach.

Rebecca glanced at Sherilyn, tactfully saying, "I'll go in first."

"Alright."

There was no avoiding it. Sherilyn walked up to Edgar and stopped in front of him, frowning slightly, "You..."

"Here."

Before she could finish, Edgar lifted the bag he was holding, which was filled with sweets from the Crimson Table.

Sherilyn didn't take it, sighing with a hint of frustration. "Edgar, why do you insist on turning me into someone I despise?"

"Don't be mad."

Edgar carefully watched her reaction, speaking softly, "I just... wanted to see you."

"Edgar..."

"I'm leaving Sunhaven tonight."

Fearful she would say something harsh, Edgar quickly interjected, "I won't be able to see you every day anymore."

What? Sherilyn was taken aback. What did he mean?

"Where are you going?"

She saw the concern in her eyes, and Edgar smiled slightly. "I've found a job. It's a startup, my friend's company. I'm joining as a tech partner."

Without his family's support, all he had was his own skill.

"It's a small company, just starting. We don't have many employees."

Edgar explained, "So, there's a lot to do. I have to go to Ironforge to meet with a couple of partners."

Sherilyn was stunned. She hadn't expected Edgar to get to work so quickly.

Going from luxury to rock bottom isn't an exaggeration. But he didn't even allow himself time to complain.

Staying in a cramped, old apartment, without a word of complaint to her, quietly moving forward at his own pace.

"Sherilyn."

Edgar's eyes were intense, shimmering with determination.

"I know what I'm doing. I can do well without relying on my family. I won't give up on myself, and I won't give up on you."

Sherilyn's lips parted, but she couldn't utter a sound.

"Here."

Edgar took her hand and handed her the bag. "I have to go now, need to catch the high-speed train. When I come back, I'll visit you again."

Letting go of her hand, he smiled and started walking backwards.

"I'm off!"

The moment he turned around, Sherilyn suddenly closed her eyes, feeling a wave of emotion.

He was truly admirable, demonstrating grace in times of prosperity and resilience in adversity.

She could understand Mrs. Ferguson more now. How could she let someone like her 'spoil' such an outstanding son?

After the show. While removing her makeup, Sherilyn held the pearl headband—right, almost forgot about that.

She took out her phone and messaged Gilbert.

"How much for the pearl headband? I'll transfer it to you."

When Gilbert received the message on his way back to the Johnson Mansion, his heart skipped a beat.

Sherilyn wanted to pay him back?

Did she... realize his feelings? Was she rejecting him?

He immediately instructed David. "David, take me to the Lightning Dance Troupe."