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!"

him out of

danger, Gilbert shot up his arm and locked his hand

crash, the lamp tumbled from her

breath, shaken to the core. He couldn't even bear to imagine- if that lamp

blood clot inside him

could recover, a sudden, crushing pressure seized

was

"Sherilyn..."

disbelief. He struggled for air, mouth open, but the only sound

"Sherilyn, let go!"

only tightened around his neck. For someone so

do something, Gilbert knew he'd die right

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

Her eyelids fluttered, and she collapsed

"Ah..."

throat disappeared. Gilbert

He caught Sherilyn's unconscious

sure she lay securely in

shards of broken

thank

the floor.

of blood. If she got cut and ended up with a

lay there for a

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he carefully got to his feet,

up

get the car ready-we're going

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