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."

you go and get some rest. You're

Francis nodded, not objecting.

nurse handle it.

Caroline gave him a playful glare, "Do

apologies for stating the

that was draped over the couch, and stretched out his arm to take the pencil with him. Caroline

...

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

people could look

"Gilbert."

should talk to you more. I've been

annoying, how about I read to

her gaze and

complexion was pale, her gaze stern,

me, you'll wake up

pushed open the door

the bed, his brother

the

Caroline dozing off bet

copy of "The Count

Cristo" beside her.

sighed almost

con cocon