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

That's...

what a drunk person

gestured towards Naomi,

"Oh!"

was a step too slow, and the tall,

slightly, she appeared

are

"Teehee..."

fine. Just, my head's

of being

clearly not

bodyguard glanced at Naomi,

""Yeah, sure!"

of them supported

the door, they instinctively straightened up,

for a while, seated on

felt on Sherilyn,

frowned immediately, standing net

with his hands outstretched

Naomi

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

all over

chest.

"Ah!"

looking up,

Gilbert chuckled resignedly,

her brow furrowed in distress, "Your shirt, it's

the one who

held her in his arms, turning to the bodyguard, "What happened? She's

nodded,