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.
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more,
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closed her eyes as et
she got in the car,
“Sherilyn?”
As expected, Gilbert glanced at the.
person beside him, sighed net
and swallowed the words he. wanted to say.
The car started moving.
Sherilyn was only pretending to sleep, but unexpectedly, she actually fell asleep.
When they arrived at Sunset Ridge Community, Gilbert parked the car, turned to speak, “Sher…” He stopped abruptly. Sherilyn was asleep?
Having lived together, Gilbert knew that when she slept, her lips would pout slightly, just like now.
It looked like she was sulking, yet also like she was pouting.
Gilbert couldn’t help but smile as he leaned over, moving closer to her.
Perhaps it was the tension, but he could distinctly hear his own heartbeat and breathing.
He wanted to kiss her.
As he moved closer, their lips were less than an inch apart.
He was about to kiss her.
Suddenly, Sherilyn opened her eyes,
close to hers, her gaze clear sonet eat the handsome faces
bright.
“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.