Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 941

"Ouch!"

In an instant, Rebecca White's cheeks blushed a deep crimson, embarrassment washing over her as she struggled to pull away. "Mr. Johnson..." "Stay still!"

Francis furrowed his brow, his tone a bit stern.

"You and James, acting like kids. Do I need to coddle you too?"

"..." Rebecca White was at a loss for words. What kind of question was that? But his words had the effect of making her stop struggling.

With the light aiding his vision, Francis carefully examined her ankle.

His expression grew even more somber.

Her usually slender and pale ankle was now alarmingly swollen, radiating heat and reddened.

He glanced up at her with a reproachful look, "Why did you lie when I asked you earlier?"

"..." Rebecca found herself speechless. How was she supposed to respond?

"Sigh..."

Francis let out a soft sigh, shaking his head in resignation.

He reached for a small box on the table and opened it.

it seemed to contain

bottle from within, grasped it firmly, and twisted it open, immediately filling

up at her, he cautioned, "This might

her lips and

from the bottle, and gently applied it to the swollen area of Rebecca's ankle. One second,

"Ah!"

back a cry

her skin felt like a mix

pull her leg away, but Francis firmly held

""Don't move!"

voice low and reproachful, "Didn't I tell

"..." Rebecca was stunned.

but how could she

""Oh."

Rebecca bit down on her lip, enduring the pain with eyes brimming with

Francis felt a pang of guilt, realizing he had been

for being so harsh. The medicine is painful, but it's effective. Just hang in there." Rebecca nodded,

time, Francis,

held onto her calf to keep her from moving. After applying the medicine, he covered the ointment

swn y

everything was properly done, he reassured her,

you," Rebecca murmured her thanks, gently moving her leg away from

indeed, the ointment

initial burning sensation, a cool relief spread through her ankle, significantly easing