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 some kind

took out a bottle from within, grasped it firmly, and twisted it open, immediately

cautioned, "This might sting a bit. Try to

pursed her lips and nodded silently.

bottle, and gently applied

"Ah!"

couldn't hold back

ointment on her skin felt like a

tried to pull her leg away, but Francis firmly held it in

""Don't move!"

voice low and reproachful, "Didn't

"..." Rebecca was stunned.

say that, but how could she control the

""Oh."

bit down on her lip, enduring the pain

her look so pitiful, Francis felt a pang of guilt, realizing he had

is painful, but it's

time, Francis, learning

After applying the medicine, he covered the ointment with a Band-Aid,. smoothing out the edges with

swn y

done, he reassured her,

murmured her thanks, gently moving her leg away from

indeed, the ointment was

cool relief spread through her ankle, significantly easing