Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1285

Suddenly, with a flick of his wrist, he flung the phone across the room. He yanked open a drawer, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and stuck one between his lips. He flicked a lighter and finally managed to get it lit. Taking a deep drag, he squeezed his eyes shut. The acrid smell of burning nicotine did nothing to soothe the turmoil inside him. He had to do something. But what could he do?

...

The event was a success. Afterwards, there was a dinner with the cast and the show's sponsors. While changing, Sherilyn sent a message to Nanson.

[Nanson, thank you so much for today. I really owe you.]

Her main purpose was to ask about the dresses.

[I've changed out of the dress. How should I get it back to you?]

He had likely borrowed them, so they would need to be returned.

[Should I have my assistant return it and give them your name?]

Nanson must have been busy, as his reply came a few minutes later.

[Just bring it to me at the hotel when you get back. I'll return it.]

[Okay. Got it.]

Since that's what he wanted, Sherilyn would do as he asked. The cast party lasted late into the night. When she returned to the hotel, she went to return the clothes to Nanson, but there was no answer when she knocked on his door. She sent him another message.

"Oh, okay." Sherilyn, still frowning, handed the bag to him. But as Nanson took it, his hand trembled, and he failed to get a firm grip. The bag dropped to the floor.

Sherilyn gasped. She quickly bent down, picked up the bag, and instead of handing it back to Nanson, she carried it inside and placed it on the sofa. Only then did she turn back to him. "Nanson, what is wrong with you? Where are you feeling sick?" His hand was shaking so much he couldn't even hold a bag, and he still claimed he wasn't ill?

"Uh..." Nanson looked embarrassed and rubbed his temples. "Sorry for the scene... I think I ate something bad at dinner. I've got... an upset stomach." He said the last few words very quietly. After all, they weren't that close yet. It felt improper to discuss such things with a woman.

"An upset stomach?" Sherilyn wasn't fazed by it. "Anything else? Do you have a fever?"

Before Nanson could answer, his expression changed. He spun around and rushed into the bathroom.

This was... Sherilyn stood frozen for a moment. It seemed serious. With the bathroom door closed, she noticed a box of medicine and a thermometer on the coffee table.