Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 988

And so, it turned into a night of drunken shenanigans.

At first, Sherilyn hadn't actually been drinking. But after a few takes, something about her performance just didn't click. "Sherilyn, have a drink," Mr. Marshall suggested after some thought.

Considering she was one of Gilbert's talents, he negotiated with her, "Have something light, just to get a bit buzzed." "Alright, I'll listen to Mr. Marshall."

Sherilyn didn't refuse.

She knew she wasn't quite hitting the mark. With her limited acting experience, she figured she might as well lean on a little liquid courage.

"That settles it then." Mr. Marshall immediately arranged for it.

After a few cocktails, Sherilyn found her groove.

"Good, very good..."

Mr. Marshall smiled, "Let's shoot it like this, keep it up!"

Finally, they wrapped up the night's shoot smoothly.

"That's a wrap! Everyone, great work!"

"Sherilyn, great job!"

"Thanks, Mr. Marshall... Thanks, everyone."

Sherilyn smiled warmly, her cheeks slightly flushed, thanking everyone in turn.

The crew exchanged amused glances, chuckling.

"Sherilyn, are you still in character, or are you actually drunk?"

"She looks genuinely drunk."

Sherilyn laughed, waving

That's...

drunk

Mr. Marshall gestured towards Naomi, "Come and give Sherilyn a

"Oh!"

tall, female bodyguard was first

she

are you

"Teehee..."

giggle, "I'm fine. Just,

of

clearly not

glanced at Naomi,

""Yeah, sure!"

two of them supported Sherilyn to the dressing

door, they instinctively

been there for a while, seated on the

on Sherilyn,

frowned immediately, standing net

with his hands

bodyguard and Naomi tactfully

on her feet, naturally fell into his arms. The heavy

all over Gilbert's

chest.

"Ah!"

slowly looking up, blinking, "Sorry about

chuckled resignedly,

nodded vigorously, her brow furrowed in distress, "Your shirt,

the one who ruined

arms, turning to the bodyguard, "What

nodded, "Tonight's scene