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.

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

tried to relax, feeling her back sweating. What

Francis suddenly asked, turning toward

started, caught off guard, “Maple… Street”

nodded, then directed Sawyer, “You got

“Got it,

his seat, Francis allowed the car to return to

schoolchild, afraid to make a move until they

expressing her gratitude. “I’m here. Thank you

and dashed into her apartment

on the worn–out gate of her building.

lives here? In such a rundown

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mind that her financial situation might not be the best, but the thought

as he instructed,

Oak Manor, Gilbert carefully carried Sherilyn from the car in the garage to

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