Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 937

"Mr. Johnson!"

Why on earth is he here now?

How did he just pop up out of nowhere?

It must be that he was intentionally keeping his distance. She had been tutoring at the Johnsons' for some time now, but she hadn't seen him around even once. "Ahem." Francis nodded slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing as he offered a half-smile, a silent reminder.

"Still holding on?"

It wasn't that he minded the embrace, but he was eager to get out of his rain-soaked coat. The rain outside was relentless, and the coat clung to him uncomfortably. "Ah?!"

Rebecca White startled, suddenly realizing she was still holding onto him!

Oh, boy!

She quickly let go, standing up with her face flushed red. "Oh, I'm sorry."

"No worries."

Francis shook his head lightly, slipping out of his coat and tossing it casually onto the couch.

Smiling at her, he asked, "Playing with James?"

"Yes." Rebecca White nodded, still mortified.

"You two seem to get along well. James really likes you..."

"Ms. White! You didn't come find me."

James came running over, all huffy, and straightened up on seeing Francis.

"Dad, you're back."

was in a good mood, ruffling his

"Mr. Johnson..."

"I should be heading off, my

"Ms. White is leaving."

the window, then back

you

at Rebecca White, not

barely got the word

"No need!"

shaking her head. "I'll take the subway,

couch. "I brought an umbrella, I won't get

push further, simply nodding and standing up. "I'll walk you

"I wanna come too!"

as ever, trailed behind Rebecca

outside

pulled an umbrella from her bag, only to realize

back to him with an awkward laugh, "Mr. Johnson, this is

Francis nodded, accepting

"Well, I'm off then."

at James, waving, "See you tomorrow,

her phone rang. She picked it up with a sigh, "Hello? Yeah,

to

That tone...

So tender?

bye."

twinge, hard to describe

was she

much thought, he blurted out,

almost not believing what she heard. Was he really asking her