Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



A week after the surgery, Gilbert had his finger checked.

"Circulation looks good, and you shouldn't have any issues with sensation at the tip."

"Does that mean the finger's survived?"

Naylor was the one asking. Although he hadn't been around much these past few days, he wouldn't miss such a crucial moment. "Yes."

The doctor nodded, continuing.

"However, the recovery process is still ongoing..."

"Alright."

Naylor frowned, waving his hand dismissively, pointing at Sherilyn, "Tell her all the do's and don'ts—make sure you take good care of Nine."

His commanding tone carried an oppressive weight.

"Uh..."

The doctor hesitated, then chuckled nervously and nodded, "Okay... then, Ms. Gomez, you..."

"Just spill it!"

Sherilyn hadn't even spoken when Gilbert, clearly impatient and looking a bit sour, interrupted Naylor.

"You can leave. I can handle my own stuff!"

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Naylor was momentarily taken aback. Was it not clear?

He was just looking out for Sherilyn.

"Did I say something wrong?"

Naylor shook his head with a light smile, "Isn't it right that she takes care of you? You gotta pamper a lady, but not too much... or she'll end up running the show and then..."

"Enough!" Gilbert cut him off harshly, "Just leave, will you?"Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

"..." Naylor, choked by the retort, sighed in resignation, "Fine, I'm going. Geez..."

Before leaving, he threw a meaningful glance at Sherilyn.

"Sherilyn." Gilbert, worried she might be upset, added, "Don't mind what he says. The guy's not playing with a full deck."

"I'm not bothered."

Sherilyn offered a faint smile, turning to the doctor, "Please, go on with what we need to be aware of."

"Of course, it's like this..."

After seeing the doctor off.

Sherilyn carefully broached the subject with Gilbert, "Now that your injury's not a major concern, could I... perhaps get back to work?"

The film set had been on a halt for a week.

Although Gilbert was covering the losses, dragging it out wasn't ideal.

Besides, his money was still money.

A day's delay meant a significant financial hit.

"Thinking of getting back to it?"

Gilbert pondered for a moment and agreed. As much as he wanted Sherilyn by his side, he had to respect her wishes.

"Alright, then. I'll have Charles get in touch with Mr. Marshall."

"Okay."

That evening, Sherilyn saw the message about resuming work in the group chat.

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Charles also brought her security team over to meet her, including a personal female bodyguard and two male bodyguards responsible for her transportation.

All three were towering figures, clearly not to be trifled with.

The next morning, Sherilyn left Blue Haven for the set.

Due to the previous halt, the schedule was tight. For several days, she was out early and back late, practically living on set.

But she still made time to return to Blue Haven every night, missing Jenna dearly.

This schedule, however, left her no time to visit Gilbert in the hospital.

When Naylor dropped by, he didn't miss the chance to taunt his son "See, fold you. You can't spoil them too much! You're still in the hospital, and she's off filming!"

"Heh."

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Gilbert's gaze was cold and detached as he responded, "No wonder you retired. You spend all your energy nagging about your daughter-in-law. Why don't you join the gossiping folks at the village square? You'd fit right in."

"!"

Naylor was left fuming.

As soon as Naylor left, Gilbert's mood darkened significantly. Despite appearances, he was anything but calm.

It had been a week since he last saw Sherilyn.

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Tonight, there were night scenes to be shot.