Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 186

The manager looked at Gilbert, who shot him a glare that spoke volumes. Without pause, the message was clear.

With utter certainty, the manager said, “No! Do we look like a pharmacy with a first aid kit?”

They couldn’t give them even if they had some.

Taking his word for it, Sherilyn turned apologetically to Gilbert, “Maybe we should go to a pharmacy nearby?”

There ought to be one open 24/7.

“Fine by me.” Gilbert seemed relatively pleased, glad she was taking care of the situation.

The employee came out with the packed Minnie Mouse toy, asking the manager, “Who should carry this?”

“I will,” Sherilyn volunteered, reaching out.

“Hold on.” Gilbert lifted his eyelid, giving her a slight glare. “You are not carrying anything.”

Saying so, he extended his arm, “Give it here.”

“Ah, sure, Mr. Johnson…” The employee handed the half–meter box to Gilbert, which Gilbert held without much effort.

But who had ever seen Mr. Johnson carrying a box around the streets? The dissonance made Sherilyn chuckle.

her, looking down at her. “Are you laughing at me?”

stopped laughing, shaking her head. “No, not at

her smile so beautifully,

He said, “You look better smiling, you know? You look terrible when you cry! No more crying, got

he say she looked terrible? Sherilyn was

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In his eyes, only Caroline was gorgeous.

the TeeMall, just a few steps

buy it,

instantly flared up, pointing at his neck. “Is this your doing? If David finds out you bit me

Startled, Sherilyn waved her hands, “Keep it

dead of night, being so loud could attract the police.

nave i

“Alright, I’ll go, okay?”

scoffed, “As

in the pharmacy while Sherilyn got antiseptic swabs and band–aids.

your collar, or

Gilbert sprawled his arms over the bench back, utterly relaxed, like

the two grand, she’d

top two buttons of his shirt. Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, Gilbert’s

Sherilyn’s fingertips.

paused, thinking it wasn’t her fault.