Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 712

Chapter 712

Francis handed her the glass, "Here, take a sip. You'll feel better."

"Oh, okay..."

Rebecca White, still in shock, nodded mechanically and took the glass, sipping it gently.

After a taste, she frowned slightly.

"It's quite strong."

"Yeah," Francis nodded. "It's a bit stronger than red wine..."

He was worried Rebecca might not be used to it. "Don't like it? You don't have to drink if you don't want to..."

"It's fine," Rebecca shook her head, still holding the glass, "I can handle it."

Mainly because, after a few sips, she felt her shaking had subsided somewhat.

Francis looked at her, relieved, "Then take a few more sips, but don't force yourself if you don't want to."

"Okay."

He figured, since Rebecca had grown up drinking red wine, a glass of whiskey shouldn't be an issue.

Just then, his phone rang-it was Sawyer calling.

tight for a sec, I need to

stepped aside to

"Yeah, got it..."

had two things to discuss, Francis listened and made decisions

"Let's go with that."

Francis returned to find Rebecca slumped on the couch,

"Rebecca?"

in front of her, gently tapping her shoulder,

Rebecca didn't respond.

go to bed?

Still no response.

I carry you

reaching out to lift Rebecca. But just as he was about to stand up, the person in his arms 'opened' her eyes. She couldn't see, but Francis felt a sudden rush of

"Hehe..."

was sleeping? It's my birthday,

seemed a

eyes were

lightly, "Rebecca, you're

"You're drunk!"

pouting unhappily, "I'm perfectly fine, how

believe me? I'll

Rebecca was already

happened to walking in a

"Oops!"

couch, clapping her hand's "See! See?

Sht?"