"Let's go."
Seeing her hesitation, Gilbert urged, "Don't give up now. This is obviously leading us somewhere."
Sherilyn looked up at him suspiciously. Why did he seem so eager? A thought crossed her mind. Could this be something he arranged?
"Alright then," she replied with a nonchalant smile, curious to see what 'treasure' he was guiding her to find.
"Let's move!" Gilbert said, wrapping an arm around her waist. "It's dark here, hard to see the path. Stick close... don’t want you tripping."
"I can't see the path," Sherilyn retorted with a grin. "But you can?"
"Sure can," Gilbert nodded confidently. "I've got great eyesight. 20/20 vision, like a pilot or a sharpshooter. How else would I have passed my helicopter pilot's test?"
Sherilyn had to concede; she couldn’t argue with that. She walked quietly, scratching her arm. Damn mosquitoes were biting her.
"Is it itchy?" Gilbert frowned.
"Of course it is!" Sherilyn shot him a look. "Why don’t you try getting bitten?"
"We're here!"
Gilbert came to a stop. They had walked through the grove and now stood in a field of roses.
"There it is!" he exclaimed.
He let go of her hand, and Sherilyn reached down to pick up another rose from the bush. She raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "Really?"
The next moment, another twinkling light appeared ahead.
"Here we go! Come on!" Gilbert grabbed her hand again, but Sherilyn pulled back, finally asking, "What exactly are you leading me to?"
Gilbert seemed taken aback. Had she figured it out?
"What do you mean?" he feigned innocence. "I haven’t done anything."
The more he played dumb, the more suspicious Sherilyn became.
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