Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

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.

silence that enveloped the space. Francis sat quietly beside her, his presence undeniable

relax, feeling her

suddenly asked, turning toward

Rebecca started, caught off guard, “Maple…

directed Sawyer, “You got

nodded, “Got it, Mr. Francis.”

in his seat, Francis allowed the car to

rigidly, like a schoolchild, afraid to make a

no time in expressing her gratitude. “I’m here. Thank

door and dashed into her apartment

eyes lingering on the worn–out

lives here? In such a rundown place?‘

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mind that her financial situation might not

instructed,

Gilbert carefully carried Sherilyn from the car in the garage to the master bedroom, laying her gently on the bed.