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.

he asked, a frown

how to explain her discomfort, especially not here, and not

wasn't exactly appropriate to discuss personal matters, especially those of a more intimate nature like her period deciding to

skeptical

Instead, he offered to switch places in line, allowing

no big deal, just making it

of her period starting, right there in

insisted on knowing if something was wrong. Offering his support, he reminded her, "I'm probably the person you know best

think my... you know," she whispered, struggling

off 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

escorted her out of the cafeteria, drawing curious glances and whispers. Rumors started to swirl, questioning if Rebecca was the new woman in Francis's life, especially given his recent breakup with his