Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 793

The surgery went smoothly, but the effectiveness of it would only be known a week later.

Back in her hospital room, Rebecca White's eyes were wrapped in gauze. When she woke up, she reached out into the air with her hand. "Sherilyn?"

Francis stood up and took her hand in his. "Do you need anything?"

"Henson...?" Rebecca recognized his voice and asked in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

"I checked with Southern District Sanatorium," Francis explained. "I found out you had surgery today and came to see you."

Then he asked, "Do you need anything? Want some water?"

He added, "The nurse has gone downstairs to get food, and your friend went home. She'll be back later to keep you company." This meant she had to rely on him for now.

"Well, thank you." Rebecca nodded. She was indeed thirsty, a common reaction after anesthesia.

"Sure."

Francis smiled faintly and got up to pour her some water, testing the temperature before gently bringing it to her lips. "Here, drink."

Unable to see and a bit anxious, Rebecca ended up spilling some water.

"Take it slow."

With a swift motion, Francis used his finger to wipe away the spill.

rough touch of his fingertip against her delicate skin startled Rebecca,

"I'm good... Thank you."

paused, noting her lightly blushing cheeks, and

what Sherilyn had said. Now that Rebecca's surgery was done, it was probably

raised his hand, reaching out to

room door burst open. It was the nurse,

and Rebecca sitting and chatting, she apologized, "Ms. White, you're awake? I thought you

looked back at Rebecca. "Food's here. Hungry?

"Yeah, sure."

Rebecca nodded eagerly.

awkward now, and

more timely.

could

up?

"Yep, sure."

shook his head with a hint

me sit

'confessed' his feelings to Rebecca, she

besides revealing his true identity, it was

her divorce from Eda

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the evening, Sherilyn

the anesthesia had worn off, and Rebecca

the bedside, Sherilyn fed her