Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Since Edgar stubbornly refused to go to the hospital, Sherilyn had no choice but to grab some medicine from the pharmacy and patch him up as best as possible.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Sherilyn was still worried. "What if you've hurt something inside? That's no joke."

"I'm fine." Edgar chuckled the corner of his mouth adorned with a Band-Aid, making him look somewhat comical. He was embarrassed. "You don't think I'm a loser for not standing up to Gilbert, do you?"

What? Sherilyn was stunned and laughed. "Why would you even think that? Since when is fighting some noble skill?"

So, it seemed it didn’t bother her.

Edgar pursed his lips, trying to hold back a smile. "I was just asking. Don't take it seriously."

Sherilyn couldn't help but sigh, feeling lost and anxious. "I've said too much. Edgar, I..."

"I get it." Before she could finish, Edgar interrupted.

"I know you don't romantically like me, and I haven't taken it to heart." He looked at her, his gaze bright and sincere. "I owe you an apology. I'm sorry for overstepping without asking. Please don't be mad at me."

How could Sherilyn be mad at him? Did she look like someone who couldn't differentiate right from wrong? It was impossible to accept his help only to turn around and blame him.

Sherilyn shook her head with a smile. "I'm not mad. I'm just..."

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"It's alright." Guessing what she was about to say, Edgar didn't want to see her struggle and openly shared his thoughts. "Don't feel pressured. I must admit while I helped you, I had my motives."

Sherilyn was taken aback by how upfront he was. He wasn't hiding his intentions at all.

Sherilyn sighed, "Edgar, like I said before, we're not a good match."

"I remember you saying that." Edgar nodded with a smile. " But I don't understand why we aren't a good match."

Couldn’t it be more obvious? One, Sherilyn lacked a notable family background. Two, it was about her marital status.

After a moment, Edgar asked, "Sherilyn, do you know about Marcus?"

Marcus? Having lived in Crestwood for many years, how could Sherilyn not know? Marcus Jordan, the son of basketball legend Michael Jordan.

She understood why Edgar brought up Marcus. Marcus and Larsa, the ex-wife of his father's friend, who was sixteen years his senior, divorced, and a mother of four, fell in love.

At the time, their relationship was quite a sensation. Even today, people couldn't help but sigh when talking about their love story.

Edgar explained, "You see. Marcus and Larsa didn't care about being 'good' for each other. I don't understand why you think we have such a problem."

Sherilyn found herself at a loss for words.

"So, Sherilyn." Edgar's lips curved into a gentle smile. "This idea of being 'good' for each other isn't a reason to stop two people from being together. What matters is whether they love each other."

Before Sherilyn could respond, Edgar continued. "I know my feelings are one-sided now, and you don't feel the same way about me. Don't worry. Tonight, I'm not helping you with any expectations of us getting together."

If that was the case, then how would he be any different from Gilbert?

After saying so much, Edgar felt a bit embarrassed, but he didn't back down. "You need help, so please, don't refuse my help, okay?"