Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1119

Tonight, Sherilyn had a night shoot.

Once she wrapped up tonight's scenes, she'd be done with all her parts in the series. It wasn't a major role since the story revolved around the male lead.

For the final scene, Caleb called out, "Cut! That's a wrap!"

With a clap of his hands, Sherilyn finished her last scene.

"Sherilyn!" Caleb approached her with a bouquet of fresh flowers. "Congratulations on finishing!"

Sherilyn accepted them with a smile. "Thank you, Mr. Marshall."

Soon, the crew from all departments gathered around to take photos with her.

"Sherilyn, I'm really sorry," Blake said apologetically. "We couldn't throw you a wrap party."

Since it was nighttime, not even all the cast members were present.

"It's fine," Sherilyn shook her head with a smile. She didn’t mind at all.

"I knew you wouldn't mind."

Blake grinned, "You're like family. Mr. Marshall and I would never shortchange you. It's just that the timing is awkward, being so late at night. But...once we wrap up the whole series, you must come to the big celebration dinner."

"Of course."

That was only natural, and Sherilyn had no objections.

Blake continued, "In the meantime, take this opportunity to rest up and maybe go over some scripts."

He nodded towards the direction behind her.

"Mr. Harrison came to pick you up, so I’ll stop yakking."

He shivered playfully, "Mr. Harrison's glare could freeze anyone! I better get back to work. You head home early."

"Alright, Blake."

Sherilyn acknowledged with a smile and turned around, spotting Gilbert standing under a streetlamp a short distance away.

He raised his arm and waved at her.

The smile on Sherilyn's face faded a bit.

They met up outside the dressing room, and Gilbert glanced at the flowers in her hand, "Did you wrap up?"

"Yeah." Sherilyn pushed open the door and went inside. "Working late tonight?"

"Nope."

Seeing that she didn't pull away, Gilbert sighed in relief, silently assuring himself: Things will get better. They'll slowly improve.

However.

As the man beside her drifted into a steady rhythm of breathing, Sherilyn slowly opened her eyes.

She couldn't sleep.

Especially being held like this.

Especially on a night like tonight.

Unable to sleep, her mind buzzed with restless thoughts.

After much hesitation and inner turmoil, Sherilyn gently lifted the arm draped over her waist, slipped out of bed, and went out to the balcony.

The balcony window was open, and the night breeze softly blew in.

Sherilyn sat on the lounge chair, hugged her arms around herself, and gazed up at the night sky.

Gradually, her thoughts began to settle.

Hugging her arms, she rested her cheek against them and slowly closed her eyes.