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

arm and locked his hand

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

gasped for breath, shaken to the core. He couldn't even bear to imagine- if that lamp had landed on his head,

him ever

a sudden, crushing pressure seized

hands-she was

"Sherilyn..."

struggled for air, mouth open, but

"Sherilyn, let go!"

word. Her grip only tightened around his neck. For someone so slight, her

he'd

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

once. Her eyelids fluttered, and she collapsed

"Ah..."

his throat disappeared. Gilbert coughed and

He caught Sherilyn's unconscious

in his arms, not rolling

the shards

thank

the floor.

hated pain-hated the sight of blood. If she got cut and ended up with a scar, it would be even

lay there for a

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he carefully got to his

clean up

the car ready-we're going

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