Chapter 211


    "Sherilyn..." Edgar couldn''t help but stare, muttering her name in 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 havee off 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.


    A 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 rxing 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?"


    His invitation carried an intention to pursue her further. Sherilyn was in a dilemma. Declining


    seemed ungrateful, but epting 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.


    Sylvia''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 wereplicated.


    "What brings you two together?" Sylvia ventured, "A date?"


    Sherilyn was shocked, at a loss for words.


    "Yes." Edgar nced at Sherilyn, answering for her, "Sylvia, thanks for your encouragement.


    Sherilyn and I are trying to see how things go 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."


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    She was happy for 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,e home with me for dinner. You haven''t visited me in a while."


    Sherilyn hesitated, ncing 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 ce, do you?"