Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?



And so, it turned into a night of drunken shenanigans.

At first, Sherilyn hadn't actually been drinking. But after a few takes, something about her performance just didn't click. "Sherilyn, have a drink," Mr. Marshall suggested after some thought.

Considering she was one of Gilbert's talents, he negotiated with her, "Have something light, just to get a bit buzzed."

"Alright, I'll listen to Mr. Marshall."

Sherilyn didn't refuse.

She knew she wasn't quite hitting the mark. With her limited acting experience, she figured she might as well lean on a little liquid courage.

"That settles it then." Mr. Marshall immediately arranged for it.

After a few cocktails, Sherilyn found her groove.

"Good, very good..."

Mr. Marshall smiled, "Let's shoot it like this, keep it up!"

Finally, they wrapped up the night's shoot smoothly.

"That's a wrap! Everyone, great work!"

"Sherilyn, great job!"

"Thanks, Mr. Marshall... Thanks, everyone."

Sherilyn smiled warmly, her cheeks slightly flushed, thanking everyone in turn.

The crew exchanged amused glances, chuckling.

"Sherilyn, are you still in character, or are you actually drunk?"

"She looks genuinely drunk."

“I'm not drunk...” Sherilyn laughed, waving her hand dismissively.

That's...

Exactly what a drunk person would say.

"Hurry up!" Mr. Marshall gestured towards Naomi, “Come and give Sherilyn a hand!"

"Oh!"

Naomi was a step too slow, and the tall, female bodyguard was first to reach Sherilyn, offering support.

Frowning slightly, she appeared worried.

"Ms. Gomez, are you alright?"

"Teehee..."

Sherilyn nodded with a giggle, "I'm fine. Just, my head's a bit heavy..."

Classic signs of being drunk.

Her tolerance was clearly not up to scratch.

"Let's get her inside." The bodyguard glanced at Naomi, "You help her get cleaned up."

"Yeah, sure!"

The two of them supported Sherilyn to the dressing room.

Upon opening the door, they instinctively straightened up, "Mr. Harrison."

Gilbert had been there for a while, seated on the couch.

et

His gaze felt on Sherilyn, and he frowned immediately, standing up and approaching with his hands outstretched towards her waist.

The bodyguard and Naomi tactfully let go.

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Sherilyn, unsteady on her feet, naturally fell into his arms. The heavy makeup from her role smeared all over Gilbert's chest. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

"Ah!"

Sherilyn gasped, slowly looking up, blinking, "Sorry about that."

“Huh.” Gilbert chuckled resignedly, "You're apologizing, huh?"

"Yeah!" Sherilyn nodded vigorously, her brow furrowed in distress, "Your shirt, it's expensive."

"If you're the one who ruined it, it's fine."

Gilbert held her in his arms, turning to the bodyguard, "What happened? She's drunk?"

"Yes." The bodyguard nodded, "Tonight's scene required drinking."

"Sherilyn said it would help her get into character," Naomi added.

Gilbert looked down at the woman in his arms, "This dedicated?"

He knew her tolerance was poor.

"Yep." Sherilyn, in a daze, smiled up at him, “I really love my job."

Gilbert paused, lost in her smile.

How long had it been since Sherilyn smiled at him like that?

His Adam's apple bobbed, "Yes, you're the best."

His arms were still not fully functionat, even though he'd been discharged from the hospital a

couple of weeks back, he wasn't supposed to exert much force yet.

He had the bodyguard and Naomi help Sherilyn get cleaned up and changed.

After quite a bit of fussing, they finally got her into the car.

"Water, I need water..."

In the car, Sherilyn complained of thirst.

"Here you go."

Gilbert fetched a bottle of water from the car's cooler, unscrewing the cap and bringing it to her lips.

Sherilyn drank in small sips, and after finishing, she shook her head and pushed the bottle away, "No more..."

"Got it."

Gilbert chuckled, "You little tyrant..."