NovelAppChapter 211 "Sherilyn..." Edgar couldn't help but stare, muttering her nin awe.
"Hmm?" Sherilyn's smile lingered on her face.
"There's something in your hair.” Edgar raised his hand, touching her hair gently to pick out the foreign object. Sherilyn was curious. "What is it?" Edgar handed it to her, and upon inspection, Sherilyn realized it was a tiny, shiny sequin. "Oh, it must have coff my dance costume." At the crossroad, inside an elegant Bentley, Gilbert silently observed the scene, his gaze growing colder by the second, slowly turning frosty. Suddenly, he averted his gaze. "David, drive." "Ah, okay, Mr. Gilbert." David started the car, careful not to make a sound.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA heartbroken man was not someone to mess with, after all.
As the car pulled away, Gilbert closed his eyes, leaning back in his seat.
'It's no big deal,' he admitted. Recently, he did feel something special for Sherilyn. He might as well call it a crush. But it was just that, nothing more. It was not like he couldn't live without her. After all, who couldn't live without whom in this world? He didn't believe in such feelings! Till death do us part? He thought it was just a myth.
Meanwhile, Edgar withdrew his hand, whispering, "Gilbert has left.” "Has he?" Upon hearing that, Sherilyn sighed in relief, her nerves finally relaxing as she tried not to look around too much. "Does that mean we can go now?" Us? Edgar's heart leaped at her phrasing.
Suppressing a smile, he nodded, "Yeah, sure." Then, he added shyly, "Sherilyn, are you free tonight? I'd love to take you out for dinner. Is that okay?" 1/2 09.22 Chapter 211 His invitation carried an intention to pursue her further. Sherilyn was in a dilemma. Declining seemed ungrateful, but accepting might give him the wrong idea.
"Sherilyn?" Before she could decide, a car pulled up beside them, someone. calling out her name.
They both looked over to see the car window roll down, revealing Sylvia.
Sylvia had just visited Francis at the hospital and was heading back to the Johnson Mansion when she spotted a familiar figure from afar. Approaching, she realized it was Sherilyn. And Sherilyn wasn't alone.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSylvia's gaze shifted to Edgar. "Edgar, is that you?" "Yes, it's me." Edgar stepped forward. "Sylvia, how have you been?" "Well, well." Sylvia's smile was warm, but her thoughts were complicated.
"What brings you two together?" Sylvia ventured, "A date?" Sherilyn was shocked, at a loss for words.
"Yes." Edgar glanced at Sherilyn, answering for her, "Sylvia, thanks for your encouragement. Sherilyn and I are trying to see how things go E between us." "Is that so.” Sylvia looked at Sherilyn for confirmation. The young woman's cheeks were flushed, but she did not object. So, it was true.
"Good, good." Sylvia nodded, clearly pleased, yet sighed, "That's wonderful." She was happy for m e Sherilyn to have taken this step forward. Yet, thinking of Gilbert's feelings for Sherilyn, it seemed efforts were in vain.
It was hard not to feel sorry for Gilbert, but Sylvia quickly adjusted her mood, smiling and beckoning Sherilyn, "Since we've met, chwithfor dinner. You haven't visitedin a while." Sherilyn hesitated, glancing at Edgar.
"Oh." Sylvia teased, "Don't want to leave Edgar, huh? Well then, Edgar, why don't you join us, too?/You don't mind having a date at my place, do you?"
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