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!"

snapped him

up his arm and locked

the lamp tumbled from her grasp and

He couldn't even bear to imagine- if that lamp

damned blood clot inside him ever

he could recover, a

hands-she was

"Sherilyn..."

wide in shock and disbelief. He struggled for air, mouth

"Sherilyn, let go!"

tightened around his neck. For

Gilbert knew he'd die right here, right now,

and, with one swift motion, chopped down on the back of Sherilyn's

fluttered, and she collapsed limply

"Ah..."

throat disappeared. Gilbert coughed and drew in huge, ragged

He caught Sherilyn's unconscious

making sure she lay securely in his arms, not rolling to

shards of

thank

the floor.

got cut and ended up with a scar, it would

lay there

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to waste any more time, he carefully got to his feet, cradling Sherilyn against

up this

get the car ready-we're going to the

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