Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 903

"Argh..."

Sherilyn was swinging wildly, eyes shut tight, oblivious to the world around her. The only sounds were the anguished yells and the crashing of objects breaking. The man sprawled on the ground, caught unawares, raised his arms to shield his head.

He was a paparazzo, and what shattered was his camera.

He had been tailing Sherilyn, hoping to snap some 'exclusive' shots, but instead of exclusives, he got a beating! "Stop it!"

The paparazzo, wincing from the pain in his arm, shouted.

"Stop! I didn't mean to hurt you!"

But Sherilyn, as if deaf to his pleas, kept swinging the brick in her hand erratically.

"Hey!"

The paparazzo growled, grabbing her wrist, "I'm talking to you! Didn't you hear?"

Sherilyn's eyes snapped open at the grip on her arm, staring blankly at the man before her without moving a muscle. "Scream!"

She let out a piercing scream and raised the brick again!

"Are you crazy? If you keep this up, I'm going to have to defend myself!"

He tried to snatch the brick from her. "Give it here!"

"No! Don't touch me! Ah..."

"Stop!"

footsteps approached

a sudden jerk at the back of his neck, then he was pulled away and tossed

"Sherilyn!"

the paparazzo aside, handing him off to

Gilbert attempted to

"Sherilyn?"

froze, noticing

face was ghostly pale, her lips colorless,

was as if she didn't recognize

what's wrong with you? Look at me, it's

forward, trying to get

"Stay back!"

and

told you

brick, her body

couldn't go on. She might hurt

stepping quickly towards her and raised his hand to the back of her neck. With a soft groan, Sherilyn's

one arm, taking the brick from her hand with the other,

"Bring the car around!"

"Yes, Mr. Nine!"

...

"Mr. Nine, where to?"

the woman in his arms, gently brushing a lock of

a state

needed a

"Yes, Mr. Nine."

Blue Haven, Gilbert carried Sherilyn from the car into the main bedroom

doctor had been contacted en route and arrived shortly before

"Please, examine her."