Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Caroline was puzzled. Why on earth would Francis buy a pencil?

Wait a minute, that brand...

It looked familiar to Caroline, seemingly a classic German label. She immediately grabbed her phone to look it up.

Scrolling through the product page, she found an identical one.

Professional grade drafting pencil.

Caroline frowned, her confusion deepening. Why would he buy such a pencil? He was a businessman, it surely wasn't for his own use. Could it be...?

Her instincts told her it must have something to do with James' mom.

First, the hidden pearl hair clip, then the secretive 'love nest', now this pencil...

Caroline had always felt that Francis was somehow connected to James' mom!

But she also knew that asking directly would get her nowhere. Without a word, she closed the pencil case and put it back in its place...

When the night turned pitch black outside, Francis woke up.

As he sat up, Caroline entered from the adjoining room, carrying a bowl of freshly warmed soup.

"You're awake."

I'll stay tonight, you go and get some

Francis nodded, not objecting.

anything happens at night, just let the nurse handle it. Call me immediately

worry," Caroline gave him a playful glare, "Do you really need to tell me

apologies for stating the

arm to take the pencil with him. Caroline curled her lips into a smile, pretending not

...

dead of night, Caroline sat by the hospital bed, a book in hand, gazing at Gilbert lying there, tracing his features with her

two people could look so

"Gilbert."

"The doctor said we should talk

you'll find me annoying, how about I read to you instead? 'The Count of

her gaze and began to

around, Haydée's complexion was pale, her gaze stern, standing

Promise me, you'll wake up by tomorrow

brighten, Francis pushed open the door of the hospital room and walked

bed, his brother was

the

Caroline dozing off bet

vencer a copy

Cristo" beside her.

sighed almost

con cocon