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."

before. "Anyway, I can't stop you, and it's not the first time you've tried to pay

already started working

had already made a payment

long as you're

sighed in resignation, gesturing towards the shoes, "Put them on-David is waiting outside.

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

linger any longer and turned

his figure disappear around the stairwell corner

her foot and slipped

perfectly, the sneakers were

David stood by

he

get in."

"Ms. White,

I

welcome. Mr. Francis asked me to, he mentioned you hurt your foot.

"Yes, I'm fine."

the car, Rebecca glanced

emotion

Was it her imagination?

she feel that Francis was treating her better

But why?

that night, back at Sunset Ridge

had gone to bed, Rebecca shared her

her, "What do you think makes a man treat