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.

out of place, her discomfort palpable in the silence that enveloped the space.

feeling her

Francis suddenly asked, turning toward her.

off guard,

then directed Sawyer, “You

it, Mr.

slight recline in his seat, Francis allowed the car to return to its quiet state.

schoolchild, afraid to make a move until

the car stopped, Rebecca wasted no time in expressing her gratitude. “I’m here. Thank you for the ride.”

quickly opened the door and dashed into her apartment complex.

watched her vanish, his eyes lingering on the worn–out gate

here? In such a rundown

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

instructed, “Let’s

car in the