Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 784

Dr. Smith chuckled softly, "Very soon."

"How soon is 'very soon'?" Gilbert was clearly dissatisfied with that vague response.

"Gilbert!" Sherilyn was embarrassed, tugging at the hand he was holding.

"Quiet!"

This was so mortifying.

She could even hear the nurse assisting giggling at the situation!

Despite being reprimanded, Gilbert wasn't upset. Instead, he anxiously looked at her, "How is it now? Did the anesthesia work? Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore!"

Sherilyn snapped back, determined not to make another sound, even if it killed her!

"She says it doesn't hurt now."

Gilbert sighed in relief and urged the doctor, "Hurry up with the stitches! Don't let the anesthesia wear off and have her in pain again!"

"Alright."

Dr. Smith gave a dry laugh, took the needle and thread from the nurse, and began stitching.

It was over quickly, just two stitches.

"All done."

Dr. Smith set down his tools and removed his gloves, "The cut isn't big. Just take some oral antibiotics for three days."

"Okay." Gilbert nodded, pointing to her forehead, "Will it leave a scar?"

"We used cosmetic sutures, so it shouldn't."

Dr. Smith explained, "If there is any mark, it'll just be a faint line, nothing serious. If you're worried, I can prescribe some scar prevention gel."

"Sure, prescribe it."

Gilbert looked down at Sherilyn, soothing her, "Don't worry, you won't have a scar."

After all that, Sherilyn's hair was a bit messy.

Gilbert reached out to tidy it up and comforted her, "Scar or not, you're beautiful."

Sherilyn's heart skipped a beat.

Suddenly, she felt panicked.

Hastily, she turned her face away, avoiding his gaze.

Once they left the treatment room, Gilbert picked up the medication and drove her back to Sunset Ridge Community.

"What are you doing?"

"I..."

Gilbert was flustered, his eyes darting around, stuttering, "I was... unlocking your seatbelt."

His hand pressed down, and the buckle clicked.

"Thank you." Sherilyn frowned, turning to open the car door.

"Sherilyn!"

But Gilbert grabbed her hand, "Your boyfriend, he's not good enough for you. Break up with him?"

"I can handle my own affairs."

Sherilyn was non-committal, "Thanks for today."

She opened the car door to get out, just as a white Mercedes pulled up and slowly stopped.

Sherilyn recognized it; it was Galen's car.

"Galen."

As Galen got out of the car, Gilbert did too.