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.

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

Sherilyn quickly stopped laughing, shaking her head. “No, not at all.”

Not at all? Gilbert didn’t buy it. But, seeing her smile so beautifully, he decided to let it go. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

“Laugh all you want.” He said, “You look better smiling, you know? You look terrible when you cry! No more crying, got it?”

Did he say she looked terrible? Sherilyn was stunned, turning her face away.

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Why bother with him? In his eyes, only Caroline was gorgeous.

There was a pharmacy near the TeeMall, just a few steps away.

Sherilyn suggested, “Maybe David could go and buy it, and I’ll just… head. home.”

“Not on your life!” Gilbert instantly flared up, pointing at his neck. “Is this your doing? If David finds out you bit me here, how am I supposed to show my face?”

“Hey!” Startled, Sherilyn waved her hands, “Keep it down!”

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

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She “Alright, I’ll go, okay?”

“Hmph.” Gilbert scoffed, “As you should.”

Gilbert sat on a bench in the pharmacy while Sherilyn got antiseptic swabs and band–aids.

She gestured to him. “You need to loosen your collar, or it’ll get stained with antiseptic.”

“You do it.” Gilbert sprawled his arms over the bench back, utterly relaxed, like he owned the place.

For the sake of the two grand, she’d endure it.

Sherilyn gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and reached toward his neck, undoing the top two buttons of his shirt. Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, Gilbert’s Adam’s apple moved, unintentionally brushing against

Sherilyn’s fingertips.

Sherilyn paused, thinking it wasn’t her fault.

Tsk! Gilbert immediately frowned, and his voice was husky, “Did you do that on purpose?”

Didn’t she know how sensitive a man’s Adam’s apple could be?

“No, you’re overthinking it.” Sherilyn calmly shook her head, opened the antiseptic swab, and approached his neck. “Don’t move. I need to disinfect

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the wound.”

“Okay,” Gilbert grunted, nodding.

The cold antiseptic brushed over the wound. Sherilyn pouted her lips, blowing gently to make the antiseptic dry faster.

Gilbert felt his body warming up. He couldn’t help but squint. Where did she

learn to do that? She wasn’t like this before. In the past, all she did was scream and order around.

At the moment, silent and unassuming, every move she made was captivating.