Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

At the precinct, the officer shook his head at Sherilyn, saying, "You should go back and have a serious chat with your friend. All this over a guy? Really?"

And it was a male officer who said it.

"In this world, while you might not find a three-legged frog, men? They're a dime a dozen. Why waste your energy on a guy who's playing the field? And to get into a fight over him? It just doesn't make sense. It's not worth it!"

Sherilyn listened, shocked. Was jealousy over a guy really the reason Rebecca got into a fight?

She laughed nervously. "You're right, officer."

After finishing the paperwork, Sherilyn went to pick up Rebecca, linking arms with her as they left the station and headed back to her place.

Stopping by the pharmacy nearby, she picked up some first aid supplies.

Once inside the apartment, Sherilyn opened the bag, glanced at Rebecca, and then got up to fetch a comb. She gently combed Rebecca's hair and tied it back.

"I'm going to disinfect your wounds and apply some ointment. It might sting a bit, so try to bear with it, okay?"

"Okay," Rebecca nodded, letting Sherilyn take care of her.

Sherilyn was gentle, and Rebecca hardly felt any pain except for the brief sting of the antiseptic.

Rebecca pouted slightly, whispering. "Sherilyn, thank you."

"For what?" Sherilyn waved her off, tidying up the trash. "You've helped me out too, remember? No need for formalities between us."

"Yeah." Rebecca understood that Sherilyn truly considered her a friend.

They hadn't known each other for long, but their personalities clicked.

Once everything was cleaned up, Sherilyn looked at Rebecca, "With the way you're feeling, eating might be a bit tricky. What do you feel like having for dinner?"

Clearly, Rebecca wasn't in the mood to cook for herself.

As expected, Rebecca just shook her head, "I'm not hungry. I don't have an appetite."

"If you're not hungry, then you don't have to eat."

Sherilyn helped her to lie down. "Rest for a bit. I guess you probably don't feel like talking either, so just try not to think or say anything." "Okay, fine."Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Rebecca pursed her lips and lay down, following Sherilyn's suggestion.

Sherilyn quietly stood up and left the

room.

owever, she didn't leave

right away but went to the

d and opened the frin ito

Rebecca, unable to sleep, heard the faint sounds of someone moving about in the kitchen. She guessed Sherilyn was busy preparingo something.

After a while, the noise stopped.

Then, her phone buzzed with a message from Sherilyn.

"I made some pumpkin porridge in the rice cooker and air-fried some seasoned broccoli. Have some if you get hungry."

Tears suddenly welled up in Rebecca's eyes.

She raised her hand to cover her eyes.

It was so kind of Sherilyn. She didn't press her for details; she just caredi

her wounds hurt or if she w cared if

hungry...

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Leaving Rebecca's place, Sherilyn stepped into the snow.

"Wow."

Sherilyn lifted her hand, catching the falling snowflakes. After a whole day of rain, it finally started to snow. Sunhaven finally looked a bit like winter.

With the delay, it was getting late.

Her apartment wasn't far from here, so Sherilyn walked to a nearby bike share, ready to head back. Meanwhile, Gilbert, having arrived at the party, scanned the room but didn't see Sherilyn anywhere. What was going on?

He was here, and Sherilyn hadn't arrived yet? Hadn't she said she would come on her own?

Then, he saw Caroline, holding up the hem of her dress, walking toward him, "Gilbert."

Hmm?

Gilbert frowned. That dress she was wearing seemed familiar. Wasn't that the same one he had picked out for Sherilyn? Exactly the same?

Did they accidentally choose the same dress again??