Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 942

Rebecca White stood there, mouth agape. Was he kidding? He had to be, right?

"What are you spacing out for? Let's go!"

With those words, Francis stood up and walked away.

Rebecca couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. The man was terse and had quite the temper. She didn't want to take advantage of him, was that so wrong? Holding her paper bag, Rebecca slowly made her way out.

At the foyer, when it was time to change shoes, she faced another dilemma.

Her heel had broken, and while she managed to walk a few steps earlier, making it to the subway station in these shoes would be a challenge.

Just as she was fretting, Francis reappeared, carrying a shopping bag and walked over to her. Without a word, he crouched in front of her.

Rebecca watched as he opened the bag to reveal a pair of sneakers.

He took them out and placed them in front of Rebecca. "Wear these," he said.

As if anticipating her hesitation, he looked up and explained, "They just got delivered, brand new, clean, and your size."

His implication was clear: she could wear them without worry, and also, they were specially prepared for her. If she didn't wear them, no one else would. Suddenly, Rebecca felt a heavy sensation in her chest.

She opened her mouth, "Thank you, I..."

"What do you want to say?"

Francis frowned unconsciously, a self-deprecating smile playing on his lips, "You're not going to try and pay me back, are you? Suit yourself."

"Anyway, I can't stop you, and it's not the first time

started working

had already made a payment to

as you're

resignation, gesturing towards the shoes, "Put them on-David is waiting outside. He'll

being in debt to me, but you've hurt your foot today. Don't be so stubborn, just this once accept the kindness

that, he didn't linger any longer

figure disappear around the stairwell corner

foot and slipped into the new

the sneakers were

David stood by

en Coveher, he smiled and

get in."

"Ms.

you, I

asked me to, he mentioned

"Yes, I'm fine."

car, Rebecca glanced down at

ripple of emotion stirred

Was it her imagination?

treating her better than when she

But why?

back at Sunset

Jenna had gone to bed, Rebecca shared her confusion with

think makes a man treat a woman