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."

mood, ruffling his son's hair.

"Mr. Johnson..."

"I should be heading off, my shift

"Ms. White is leaving."

out the window,

pouring. Maybe you could drive Ms.

Rebecca White,

got

"No need!"

shaking her head. "I'll take

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

didn't push further, simply nodding and standing up. "I'll

"I wanna come too!"

behind Rebecca White like

rain outside

from her bag, only to realize she was still holding onto

back to him with an awkward

nodded, accepting

"Well, I'm off then."

White looked down at James, waving, "See you tomorrow, James." "See you,

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

way to the subway...

That tone...

So tender?

bye."

twinge, hard to describe but unmistakably

she talking

he blurted out, "Who

he really asking her who she was on the phone with? But why would he