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."

a good mood, ruffling his son's hair.

"Mr. Johnson..."

awkwardly, "I should be heading off, my shift is

"Ms. White is leaving."

out the window,

it's pouring. Maybe you

Rebecca

got the word

"No need!"

White quickly declined, smiling and shaking her head. "I'll take the

the couch. "I

nodding and standing up. "I'll walk you

"I wanna come too!"

trailed behind Rebecca White like a little

rain outside seemed to

umbrella from her bag, only to realize she

with an

Francis nodded, accepting

"Well, I'm off then."

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

White was about to leave, her phone rang. She picked it up with a

to the

That tone...

So tender?

bye."

feeling an uncomfortable twinge, hard

she talking

he blurted

really asking her who she