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!"

Gilbert brushed her cheek softly,

out and returned shortly with

"Sherilyn?"

wide eyes nearly popping out, his breath caught

an innocent look, completely unaware of the stir she had caused!

bed, but now, her clothes were

and

light, she seemed to

dry, his voice raspy, "What

"Hmm?"

tilted her head, frowning impatiently,

to the calamine lotion on the bed, "I'm covered in mosquito bites,

"Oh!"

lit up, more than happy

few quick steps to the bed

it on his shoulder, "See

brow furrowed as

my leg look

could answer,

"Oh no! It

It used to

"Sweetheart..."

was thick with emotion as he

you who started this...

her slender legs, he pounced on her like

...

woke up first, glancing