Chapter 151


    The glow from Edgar’s phone lit up his face, showcasing his sudden burst of euphoria in the dimly lit


    room. Unable to hold back his excitement, he quickly typed a response.


    [I’m free, so should I wait for you to finish up?]


    Sherilyn replied almost instantly. [11 o’clock, meet me at the first intersection.]


    Edgar was over the moon.


    [Sounds good.] He replied.


    Meanwhile, Gilbert finished his whiskey in one gulp and poured himself another. Yates nced at


    him, saying. “Easy there, bro. What’s the rush?”


    “I’m fine.” Gilbert looked down, his handsome features calm yet somber. “What’s next? Find another


    spot to continue?”


    Surprisingly, he seemed in high spirits tonight. Yates and Derek were up for it.


    “Sure.”


    Derek grabbed his phone. “I’ll make the arrangements.”


    “Alright.”


    “Um…”


    Edgar raised his hand, looking slightly embarrassed. “Guys, go ahead without me. I’m gonnal sit


    this one out.”


    “Huh?” Yates looked puzzled at his cousin. “Why bail? You said you were free tonight.”


    “… um,” Edgar stuttered, “got ast–minute date.”


    Yates, knowing Edgar better than anyone there, slung an arm around his shoulder and whispered,


    “What kind of date? Don’t tell me it’s with a girl?”


    Edgar stood up suddenly, looking nervous. “It’s gettingte. I’ll catch you guyster.”


    With that, he rushed out.


    “Hey!” Yates pointed at his retreating figure, chuckling. “Look at him, all grown up.”


    With a loud thud, Gilbert mmed his ss onto the table and stood up abruptly. Without a word,


    he headed for the door


    “Hey! Where are you off to?”


    “Home!”


    “What?”


    Yates and Derek were bbergasted. What’s wrong with Gilbert?


    09:27


    Outside, Gilbert saw Sherilyn getting into Edgar’s car at the intersection. Edgar’s smirk made Gilbert


    seethe with anger.


    “David, drive!”


    “Alright.”


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    Gilbert leaned back and closed his eyes, trying to let it go. He couldn’t really intervene. If Sherilyn


    wanted to be with Edgar and had her grandmother’s blessing, what could he do?


    But his mood was foul, exacerbated by the whiskey. Feeling suffocated, he took off his suit jacket,


    then yanked off his tie and tossed it aside. Even unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt didn’t help.


    He was still irritable.


    Mr. Johnson was about to explode with frustration.


    Sherilyn led the way, and they stopped at a bustling night market.


    “Sorry, Mr. Ferguson, this might be your first time at a ce like this. With my sry, this is all I can


    afford,” Sherilyn apologized.


    “Why apologize?” Edgar chuckled, shaking his head. “I might have been abroad for my studies and


    never been here, but not all ces overseas are high–end. There are street food


    stalls too.”


    Sherilynughed. “No way. They don’t have street stalls overseas, just foreign food.”


    Edgar paused, then burst intoughter, “Haha… right, you got me there!”


    “Then you’ll be fine.”


    Her casual demeanor made Sherilyn rx a bit more, “The food here is definitely better than any


    foreign food. Let’s go.”


    She led him to a burger stand, ordering two burgers. Wiping down the table with a napkin, Sherilyn


    assured, “These burgers are amazing. You’ll see.”