Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1222

Rage flared in Gilbert's chest. Instead of letting go, he tightened his arm and pulled Sherilyn hard against him, holding her in a fierce embrace.

"We're engaged. The wedding's already being planned... Can't I hold you?"

He didn't know it, but that hug was the final straw for Sherilyn's fraying nerves.

"Aaah!"

With a shrill, almost whistling scream, Sherilyn snatched up the lamp from the nightstand.

Without a second thought, she swung it hard at Gilbert.

"Sherilyn?!"

Gilbert's reflexes were quick; he jerked his head aside as the lamp came crashing down. Still, the force of the blow knocked him backward, and Sherilyn tumbled on top of him.

For a brief, breathless moment, their eyes locked. In Sherilyn's gaze, he saw a wild, furious red-pure murderous intent.

She was fighting him with everything she had.

In a flash, memories flickered through Gilbert's mind...

A long time ago, at the Neon Nights Bar, when Fred Miller had tried to take advantage of her...

That meeting with an investor, when Vincent had gotten handsy while she was with Caleb...

And the time a reporter chased her down, making her feel threatened and cornered...

Every time, she'd fought back like this—reckless, desperate, as if her only goal was to destroy her attacker.

"Go to hell! Just die!"

scream snapped him out of

his arm and locked

with a loud crash, the lamp tumbled from her grasp and smashed to pieces on the

bear to imagine- if that lamp had landed on his head, his skull would've

him ever had a

could recover, a sudden, crushing pressure seized

was choking

"Sherilyn..."

He struggled for air, mouth open, but the only sound was a raspy

"Sherilyn, let go!"

hear a word. Her grip only tightened around his neck. For someone so slight, her strength was

he didn't do something, Gilbert knew he'd die right here, right now, at her

motion,

hands released at once. Her eyelids fluttered, and she

"Ah..."

his throat disappeared. Gilbert coughed and drew

He caught Sherilyn's unconscious

in his arms, not

the shards of broken

thank

the floor.

If she got cut

lay there for

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any more time, he carefully got to his feet, cradling Sherilyn against him, and carried her out of

up

get the car ready-we're going to

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