Chapter 362

Francis glanced out the window as the car moved slowly through the bustling city streets. A familiar figure caught his eye. Rebecca was attempting to catch the bus, but the crowd was overwhelming, and she missed it, pushed aside by the rushing passengers.

Time passed by with one second, two seconds.

“Sawyer,” Francis said quietly.

“Over there,” he instructed.

“Got it,” Sawyer replied, maneuvering the car to stop before Rebecca. He rolled down the window. “Miss White, hop in. Mr. Francis insists on giving you a ride.”

“Oh, I’m good. That’s…” Rebecca stuttered, tucking her hair back and giving an awkward laugh. “I appreciate it, Mr. Francis, but I can’t impose.”

“I’m not your messenger boy,” Sawyer quipped, gesturing toward the back seat. “If you want to thank him, do it in person.”

Wait, what? Rebecca was stunned, realizing she had no choice but to get in.

“Hurry, please,” Sawyer urged. “We’re parked in a bus lane. We can’t stay here. Mr. Francis is only trying to be nice. Do you want him to get a ticket?”

Rebecca was somehow persuaded by the logic, albeit reluctantly, and climbed into the car.

the car was back in motion, Rebecca felt out of place, her discomfort palpable in the silence that enveloped the

to relax, feeling her back sweating. What then?

Francis suddenly asked,

started, caught off

then directed Sawyer, “You got

“Got it, Mr. Francis.”

recline in his seat, Francis allowed the car to

schoolchild, afraid to make a move until

in expressing her

the door and dashed into her

on

here? In such a rundown place?‘

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mind that her financial situation might not be the

he instructed, “Let’s go.”

carefully carried Sherilyn from the car in the garage to the master bedroom,

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