Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1094

Without a moment's hesitation, Gilbert shook his head vigorously and declared, "Never again!"

Sherilyn let out a low whimper, her arms tightening around his neck as her slender legs dangled on either side of him, swinging back and forth. Suddenly, she balled up her fist and gave him a solid thump.

"Ouch!" Gilbert yelped in surprise, not from pain, but from being caught off guard.

"Hurry up!"

Sherilyn snapped, her tone sharp, "I'm gonna get eaten alive by mosquitoes out here, and you're moving like a snail!"

"Right..."

Gilbert was momentarily speechless, then chuckled as he nodded, "Got it! Hold on tight!"

He picked up the pace, almost jogging back to the cozy little cottage they were staying in.

Once inside, he gently set Sherilyn down on the bed.

Sitting there, she began to scratch her arms and legs.

Gilbert noticed her skin, red and irritated from her scratching.

"Stop scratching."

He quickly took her hands, pulling a small jar of calamine lotion from his pocket, a remedy Rebecca White had given him earlier. "Here, this will stop the itching..."

"I'm thirsty," Sherilyn suddenly looked up at him, "I need water!"

cheek

shortly with

"Sherilyn?"

his tracks, his wide eyes nearly popping out, his breath caught in

sat there with an innocent look, completely unaware

on the bed, but now, her clothes were scattered

flawless, creamy and smooth, slender yet perfectly

seemed to glow with an ethereal

went dry, his voice raspy,

"Hmm?"

impatiently, "Why are

pointed to the calamine lotion on the bed, "I'm covered in mosquito bites, help me put on the lotion!" Was she really asking him

"Oh!"

lit up, more than

steps to the bed

resting it

suddenly looked distressed, her brow furrowed as she asked

my leg look

could

It looks

it? It used to be

"Sweetheart..."

thick with emotion as

who started this... Don't

darkened, and holding her slender legs, he pounced on her like a

...

Sherilyn woke up first, glancing at the man still