Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 945

In the cafeteria of Johnson Enterprises, Rebecca White grabbed her tray, joining the bustling lunch queue. The place was known for its great food, a perk for the employees, and today was no exception. Rebecca took her place at the back of the line, her gaze inadvertently landing on the person in front of her. There was something familiar about the way they stood...

"Mr. Johnson?" she voiced out, recognizing the figure despite only seeing his back. It felt rude to ignore him.

Francis Johnson turned around, confirming her guess. "Surprised to see me here?"

"Uh, no? Just didn't expect it," Rebecca stammered, finding it odd. After all, he was the CEO, not your average employee grabbing lunch in the cafeteria.

Francis raised an eyebrow, "This is the company cafeteria. Why wouldn't I eat here?"

Rebecca chuckled nervously, shifting her tray to one hand and subconsciously resting the other on her stomach, a gesture Francis noticed immediately.

okay?" he asked, a frown

how to explain her discomfort,

it wasn't exactly appropriate to discuss personal matters, especially those of a more intimate

skeptical

switch places in line, allowing

"It's no big deal,

face a mix of gratitude and discomfort as she felt the telltale signs of her period starting, right there in the

her distress, insisted on knowing if something was wrong. Offering his support, he reminded her, "I'm probably the person you know best here." That was true. Faced with the choice between seeking help from

she whispered, struggling to

his suit jacket and tied it around her waist, ensuring she was covered and could maintain her dignity. Rebecca was touched by the gesture, though she worried

then escorted her out of the cafeteria, drawing curious glances and whispers. Rumors started to swirl, questioning if Rebecca was the new