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 softly,

out and returned shortly with a

"Sherilyn?"

his tracks, his wide eyes nearly popping

an innocent look, completely unaware of the stir

bed, but

was flawless, creamy and smooth, slender yet

she seemed to glow with an ethereal

went dry, his voice

"Hmm?"

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

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

"Oh!"

eyes lit up, more

took a few quick steps to the bed and picked up

lifted her leg, resting it on his shoulder, "See all these

distressed, her brow furrowed as she

leg look

he could answer,

It

it? It used to be my l

"Sweetheart..."

thick with emotion as

started

legs, he pounced on

...

next morning, Sherilyn woke up first, glancing at the man