Whispers Turn

Chapter 233 

“Sour pickled fish!” The waiter announced the dish as they arrived. 

Sherilyn picked up her fork, barely able to contain her excitement. 

“Wait!” 

Just as she was about to dig in, Edgar stopped her. He chuckled, lifting his phone. “Let me snap a pic.” 

After a few clicks of the camera, he said, “Alright, dig in.” 

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Yates scoffed as he unlocked his phone, “Tsk…” 

“What’s so funny?” 

The question came from Gilbert. 

“Forget it.” Yates‘ smirk faded, “You’re better off not knowing, it’ll just rub salt 

in the wound.” 

What the heck? 

Mr. Johnson rolled his eyes at his friend, stood up, and headed to the 

restroom. 

Pulling out his phone, he opened WhatsApp and immediately saw Edgar’s latest post. 

“Dinner.” 

Just a simple caption with a photo. 

The photo captured just the dishes, no faces in sight. However, you could make out two shadows. The taller one was undoubtedly Edgar, and the petite one beside him? No need to guess. 

And there, among the flurry of likes, was ‘Sherilyn’s‘ name glaring back at him! 

Gilbert averted his gaze, switched off his phone, and shoved it back into his pocket. 

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Why was he doing this to himself? 

He wondered why the sight bothered him so much. NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

Maybe it’d pass after a while? 

Reaching out to Derek’s mother to speak on Sherilyn’s behalf didn’t go as planned. 

Derek relayed to Edgar, “Sorry, man. Couldn’t make it happen. My mom tried, but Ms. Hansen wouldn’t budge.” 

It wasn’t Daphne’s fault. 

She had already broken protocol for a friend’s sake, but Sherilyn had made a 

mistake. 

“I understand, bro. Thanks for trying.” 

Edgar couldn’t hide his disappointment. 

And if he felt this way, one could only imagine how Sherilyn was coping. 

However, Sherilyn was handling the situation better than expected. 

Yes, she was upset. But dwelling on the past was pointless. 

The four years in Crestwood had toughened her up. Moping around just wasn’t her style anymore. 

Even if she regretted her mistake and was frustrated, life had to go on. 

“Sherilyn, I’m sorry.” Edgar frowned, feeling useless for not being able to help 

her. 

“Don’t be.” 

Sherilyn smiled, a sense of acceptance in her voice, “I made my bed, now I have to lie in it. As adults, we’re responsible for our actions.” 

She couldn’t blame anyone but herself. 

“So…” Edgar struggled to lighten the mood. “What’s next for you?” 

“Next…” Sherilyn said honestly, “I’m taking up acting gigs for now. If the 

opportunity arises, maybe I’ll see if there’s a better path for me.” 

Her dismissal from the dance company was already known to Blake. 

While he couldn’t exactly rejoice at her misfortune, he had offered Sherilyn a new opportunity upon learning about her situation. 

“Now that you’re no longer with the dance company and you don’t have other commitments, have you considered a career in showbiz?” 

“Director Blake, I…” Sherilyn was hesitant. 

Truth be told, she had never considered this path before. Her previous engagements with the production were purely for the extra cash. 

But now, with the support money from Gilbert, the urgency wasn’t there. 

Blake encouraged her, “Think about it. With your talent, being just a backup dancer is such a waste. Even Mr. Marshall said, if you’re willing, you definitely have a promising future.”