Chapter 240


    Could it be that he still had feelings for Sherilyn?


    "Alright then."


    Gilbert, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, pointed to Sherilyn''s right hand. "Her hand''s injured.


    You better rush her to the hospital."


    "What?" At that, Edgar was shocked.


    He hurriedly looked at Sherilyn, and upon seeing her hand, he clenched his teeth and smacked his


    forehead in frustration. "Damn it!"


    He hadn''t noticed Sherilyn''s injury!


    "Don''t!"


    Sherilyn quickly grabbed him. What was there to me himself for?


    "Let me see."


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    Edgar, afraid to hurt her, reached out his hand tentatively. "Where''s the injury? How did it happen?


    Is it bad?"


    "Here..."


    Sherilyn lifted her right hand towards him. "Cut by ss. It''s not serious..."


    "How can it not be serious? You''re bleeding so much..."


    "Ah."


    Perhaps Edgar identally touched the wound, causing Sherilyn to let out a soft cry.


    This turned Edgar pale. "You say it''s not serious? We need to get to the hospital, now!"


    Carefully supporting her arm, he said, "Let''s go, slowly... I''ve got you."


    Turning around, something suddenly struck Edgar, and he looked at Gilbert. "Gilbert, thanks, I''ve


    got to..."


    "I get it."


    Before he could finish, Gilbert waved him off. "Just go."


    Sherilyn''s hand was what mattered.


    "Alright Gilbert, we''re heading out. Sherilyn, let''s go."


    And Sherilyn, since the moment Edgar arrived, hadn''t given Gilbert another nce, not until they


    left.


    Watching their retreating figures, Gilbert let out a self-mockingugh.


    She wouldn''t let him see, wouldn''t let him touch, but she''d act all delicate around Edgar...


    "Cough!" Suddenly, a lungful of smoke caught in his throat.


    "Cough, cough!"


    He couldn''t stop coughing, tears nearly spilling from his eyes!


    When you''re down on your luck, even the simplest things can go wrong.


    ...


    At the hospital.


    After the examination, the doctor confirmed Sherilyn''s hand was not seriously harmed, and all the


    ss fragments had been removed.


    After bandaging, he prescribed some oral medication to take home, just needed to be taken


    regrly.


    On the way back, Edgar finally had the chance to ask about what happened tonight. "What


    happened? How did your hand get injured?"


    Holding her injured hand, Sherilyn didn''t dare tell the truth.


    Being harassed was hardly something to be proud of.


    After a moment, she said, "I was dining with the crew, identally broke a ss, and cut myself


    picking up the pieces."


    It was an ident, nothing more.


    Edgar sighed in relief, then asked about Gilbert. "How did you end up running into Gilbert?"


    "Not sure." Sherilyn shook her head. "I bumped into him as I was leaving. He probably came here


    for dinner, just like you."


    The tinum Pearl Club was amon ce for business dinners, after all.


    "Right, that must be it."


    Edgar finally felt at ease, having thought Gilbert was still pursuing Sherilyn. That wasn''t the case,


    and it was a relief.


    Edgar escorted Sherilyn all the way to her apartment door. Then he said, "Sherilyn."


    "What?" Sherilyn paused, wondering if he wanted toe in.


    "Sherilyn, you''re hurt, and I''m sorry for saying this but..." Edgar''s lips curved into a smile, his eyes


    sparkling with joy.


    He couldn''t help but blurt out, "I''m d."


    Sherilyn was confused, not really getting what he meant.


    Edgar looked down at her, his gaze reflecting her image. "Because, even though you met Gilbert


    first, you didn''t go with him, you called me instead...Sherilyn, I''m so d."