Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Seriously? You won't move?" Sherilyn quirked a corner of her mouth, a chilly laughter escaping her lips. "Wow, Mr. Johnson, quite the big shot, huh? Using your family's clout to bulldoze your way through life!"

She tilted her chin up defiantly, locking eyes with him. "Fine, then. Today, you might as well deal with me, too."

With that, Sherilyn closed her eyes, her arm looped through Edgar's. "Unless you kill us, Edgar and I, we're inseparable. You can’t tear us apart!"

"Sherilyn..." Edgar's heart stirred, ignoring the pain that racked him. "Gilbert, Sherilyn's right. If you want to fight, I'm here with her! We love each other, and only death can part us."

At that moment, it was as if a string snapped in Gilbert's mind. All his strength seemed to drain away. They stood before him, united against him.

And what was he doing? The more enraged he got, the more their undying love shone through! What had he been doing all this time to Sherilyn? To her, he was less than a backup option!

Talk about ironic, huh?

Gilbert laughed silently. At the time, he must have made himself a big joke.

Fine. Gilbert stepped back, gesturing in surrender. It’d be better to let it go, then.

Sherilyn's eyes flickered, gripping Edgar tighter. "Let's go!"

Edgar nodded at her. "Yeah, come on."

Hand in hand, they quickened their pace.

"Sherilyn!" While watching her retreating figure, a simmering flame of resentment ignited within Gilbert, compelling him to call out her name.

Sherilyn stiffened, halting in her tracks, yet she didn't turn around.

"One last question..." Gilbert's expression was unreadable as he focused on her slender silhouette. "Everything you said tonight, was it true? Do you truly love Edgar?"

"Yeah." Without hesitation, Sherilyn affirmed. She knew any hint of hesitancy would ruin the whole act of defiance she carefully put on for the night. "I love Edgar."

Glancing at Edgar and intertwining her fingers with his, she walked away without looking back.

"Ha!" Behind them, Gilbert's lips curled into a complicated smile, a mix of amusement and annoyance, but more than anything, it was filled with deep sadness. His emotions knotted into a tight ball.

"What was all that for?" Frustrated, Gilbert yanked off his tie, wincing as it grazed his jaw.

His sadness deepened.

Not only had he been bested by Edgar, but in Sherilyn's eyes, Edgar was all that mattered. She had ignored him completely! How long had Sherilyn known Edgar to fall so hard? Did Sherilyn understand Edgar? Did she know if he was reliable? Yet, she dove headfirst into this?

"Sherilyn! Don't let me catch you crying later!" He stormed back to his car, noticing a bag left on the passenger seat, his gift of candy apples for Sherilyn. She hadn't taken it with her.

Of course. Why would Sherilyn care for his gift if she had no place for him in her heart?

What was the point in keeping things she didn't cherish? With a flick of his wrist, Gilbert tossed the bag of candy apples into a trash can. Just like his feelings for her, to her, they were nothing but trash.

His foot slammed on the accelerator, the car speeding away. Driving past Twilight Trail crossroads, he saw Sherilyn getting into Edgar's car.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.