Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 364

If there was ever a next time, he couldn't forgive himself without even needing Francis to step in.

He reached for the showerhead nearby and instructed Sherilyn, "Close your eyes and lean back slightly. I'll wash your hair for you."

Sherilyn wasn't surprised by the gesture. Since that first night at the Golden Oak Manor, he had always taken care of her like this afterward. It felt strange at first, but after a while, it became routine. She figured this was just Mr. Gilbert's way of showing affection. Over the years, she wondered how many women he had done it for.

After washing her hair, when she had soaked long enough, he lifted her out, wrapped her in a dry towel, and carried her back to the bed. He dried her hair. Only then did he bring out the ointment.

"What's this?" Sherilyn frowned, always reluctant to take medications. "I told you I don't need medication."

"It's not something you eat." Gilbert treated her reluctance like that of a child's aversion to medicine.

The doctor had mentioned her fever wasn't too serious. If she didn't want to take anything, she should drink plenty of water and get lots of rest, and they would see how she felt later. He was willing to indulge her. But the ointment was non-negotiable.

"You don't have to eat this." Holding her wrist gently, Gilbert coaxed, "Just apply it where it hurts. Weren't you just wincing in pain a moment ago?"

Sherilyn considered for a moment. If she kept refusing, might it raise his suspicions?

Sherilyn said, "I... I'm thirsty. Could you get me a glass of warm milk, please?"

"No problem," Gilbert agreed immediately, "I'll get it after I apply the ointment..."

"Are you going or not?" Sherilyn's patience was thin, quickly getting irritated.

She was still sick, her eyes and cheeks slightly flushed. It was hard to tell if her eyes were brimming with tears or fire, but they looked ready to ignite, so vivid and lively.

Gilbert felt his heart skip a beat, his mouth dry, swallowing hard. How could he refuse her anything? "Alright, I'll go now."