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."

drunk..." Sherilyn laughed, waving her

That's...

drunk person

Mr. Marshall gestured towards Naomi,

"Oh!"

too slow, and the tall, female bodyguard was

slightly, she

Gomez, are you

"Teehee..."

"I'm fine. Just, my head's a bit

of

was clearly not

at Naomi, "You

""Yeah, sure!"

them supported

opening the door, they

there for a while, seated on

on Sherilyn,

frowned immediately, standing net

with his hands outstretched towards

and Naomi

feet, naturally fell into

over

chest.

"Ah!"

slowly looking up,

resignedly, "You're apologizing,

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

the one who ruined it,

in his arms, turning to the

bodyguard nodded,