Chapter 142


    Upon hearing the question, Edgar kept his cool. “Do you usually take the bus home by. yourself?”


    “Yeah, I do.” Sherilyn nodded, “I can get back on my


    “Come on, get in the car.”


    Spreading his arms in a weing gesture, Edgar insisted, “It’ste, and since I’ve run into you,


    there’s no reason for you to go back alone.”


    Seeing Sherilyn hesitate, he teased, “Ms. Gomez, you can trust me; I’m not a bad guy.”


    Sherilyn couldn’t help butugh at his remark and finally agreed, “Alright, I’ll take you up on that


    offer then,”


    “It’s my pleasure, truly.”


    They


    y drove towards the Johnson Mansion.


    Sherilyn asked, “I didn’t notice at the performance, were you there with friends?”


    “Not really friends,” Edgar shook his head. “I was with some business associates.”


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    Wanting to clear any misunderstanding, he exined, “It’s just aworking thing. In Sunhaven,


    business tends to happen in these kinds of ces, as if being less formal makes the deals go


    smoother. I’ve juste back, not quite used to it yet.”


    “I see.” Sherilyn nodded with a smile. Business wasn’t her forte. “Must be a cultural difference


    between here and there.”


    “Crestwood has its charms, and so does Sunhaven…


    Mentioning Crestwood gave themmon ground, and they chatted andughed all the way


    to the mansion.


    When they reached the Johnson Mansion, Edgar got out and opened the car door for Sherilyn.


    “We’re here.”


    “Thank you,” Sherilyn said as she got out.


    Pointing towards the mansion, Edgar mentioned, Pointing towards the mansion, Edgar mentioned,


    “It’s prettyte, and we have elders at home. I won’te in, wouldn’t want to disturb Sylvia’s rest.”


    “That’s fine…”


    Sherilyn waved goodbye, “I’ll head in then, thanks for the ride.”


    “Sure.”


    Edgar nodded with a smile, watching her walk towards the mansion.


    ten o’clock yet.


    By this time, Sylvia was probably also resting. Sherilyn entered the living room quietly.


    “Is that you, Sherilyn?”


    It was Sylvia.


    Caught off guard, Sherilyn replied, “Yes, Sylvia.”


    “Come here, dear.”


    “Okay, Sylvia.”


    Approaching, Sherilyn saw Sylvia wasn’t resting yet. She was having ate–night snack, and Gilbert


    was there too, sitting across from her.


    “Sherilyn,e join us. I’ve just made some chicken noodle soup, have a bowl.”


    Then, ring at Gilbert, “What are you waiting for? Go get Sherilyn a bowl.”


    “Sure.”


    Gilbert stood up without a nce at Sherilyn and headed straight to the kitchen.


    Sherilyn, keeping her gaze fixed away from him, sat next to Sylvia with her hands folded.


    “Sylvia, you’re still up?”


    “Hehe.”


    Sylvia’sugh held a hint of mischief, “Sleeping too early, you miss out on things, don’t you think?”


    “Sylvia…” Sherilyn was confused, “What do you mean?”


    “Hmm?”


    Sylvia’s smile widened, letting go of the soup bowl and taking Sherilyn’s hand, “Still keeping secrets


    from me, huh? Tell me, who was it that brought you home just now?”


    Sherilyn paused before saying, “Sylvia, are you talking about… Edgar?”


    Given the surveince at the Johnson Mansion’s entrance, it wasn’t surprising that Sylvia knew. But


    her keen interest and direct questioning meant something more.


    “Yes.”


    Sylvia nodded with a gleeful smile, “Tell me, what do you think of Edgar? Do you like him?”