Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 375

Sawyer nodded, “So, about that issue, here’s what went down…”

Francis listened intently, his brow furrowing tighter and tighter. Could it really be like this?

Once Sawyer finished, Francis nodded, “Alright, I got it. It’s getting late, you should head off to bed.”

“Yes, Mr. Francis.”

Going back to his bedroom, Francis was lost in thought.

Slowly making his way to the bedside, he pulled open the drawer of his nightstand, retrieving a small box–it contained a hair clip.

Holding it in his hand, he caressed it absentmindedly.

“Francis.

The door opened, and Caroline came in with a cup of tea. “I thought you might have fallen asleep. You didn’t answer when I knocked. What’s on your mind…?”

Before she could finish, Caroline’s expression changed drastically. She saw it!

Francis snapped back to reality, his grip tightening, attempting to hide the hair clip.

“What are you hiding?”

her voice icy, as she stepped forward. “I saw it! Francis, didn’t you

down,” Francis said, his brow furrowed, trying to keep his voice even. “I haven’t forgotten my promise to

him. A sad smile played on

with emotion.

compromised more than I should. It doesn’t mean you can

the hair clip from him. “You said you’d throw it away!

grabbed for Francis‘ hand, trying to

“Just calm down!”

blacking her

to the ground, the cup of tea in her hand spilling,

hadn’t anticipated this turn

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Chapter 375

“Are you hurt? Get up! Is your arm

Oh, the irony.

cold laugh escaping her as she looked

think you’d treat

scrambled up, not sparing Francis a glance, clutching her

wheelchair, but how could he

dialing a

caught in a mix of rain and

was damp and gloomy.

had stayed in, watching an American TV series Sherilyn hadn’t finished, projected on