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

real danger, Gilbert shot up his arm

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

to imagine- if that

that damned blood clot inside him

a sudden,

was choking

"Sherilyn..."

in shock and disbelief. He struggled for air, mouth open, but the only sound was a raspy whisper lost in the

"Sherilyn, let go!"

around his neck. For someone so slight, her strength

he'd die right here,

raised his arm and, with one swift motion, chopped down on

hands released at once. Her eyelids fluttered, and she collapsed limply onto his

"Ah..."

pressure on his throat disappeared. Gilbert coughed

He caught Sherilyn's unconscious

she lay securely in his

the shards of broken

thank

the floor.

of blood. If she got cut

lay there for

།

carefully got to his feet, cradling Sherilyn against

clean up this

get the car ready-we're going to the

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