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!"

her cheek softly, "I'll get you

and returned shortly with a glass of

"Sherilyn?"

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

innocent look,

still sitting on the bed, but now, her clothes were

and

light, she seemed to glow with an ethereal

his voice raspy, "What are you

"Hmm?"

tilted her head, frowning impatiently, "Why are you asking?

in mosquito bites, help me put on the lotion!" Was she really asking him

"Oh!"

up, more

to the bed and

it

suddenly looked distressed, her brow furrowed

leg look

he could

"Oh no! It looks terrible

It used to be

"Sweetheart..."

with emotion as he

who started

legs, he

...

glancing at the man