Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel 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!”

Sherilyn’s scream snapped him out of his daze.

Sensing real danger, Gilbert shot up his arm and locked his hand around Sherilyn’s wrist.

A split second later, with a loud crash, the lamp tumbled from her grasp and smashed to pieces on the hardwood floor.

Gilbert gasped for breath, shaken to the core. He couldn’t even bear to imagine—if that lamp had landed on his head, his skull would’ve been split wide open before that damned blood clot inside him ever had a chance to burst.

But before he could recover, a sudden, crushing pressure seized his throat.

Sherilyn’s hands—she was choking him.

“Sherilyn…”