Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 979

Frank trailed behind her, watching as she scrambled to turn off the stove.

He noticed an open bag of instant noodles on the counter. Was that her dinner?

Rebecca White turned around, not expecting him to be so close, her heart skipped a beat.

She instinctively stepped back and pointed, "Mr. Johnson, perhaps we should talk over there."

Frank, however, seemed not to hear, his brow furrowed deeply.

His tone and expression were dark, clearly displeased by the sight of the instant noodles. "Is this what you're having?"

"What?"

Rebecca White paused, taking a couple of seconds to realize what he was referring to.

"You mean the noodles? Yes... Why, is there a problem?"

Frank was visibly frustrated, "Where is all your money going? Can't you afford a decent meal?"

Rebecca White was taken aback. She had been saving her money, mostly to pay him back.

Besides, it's not like she ate instant noodles for every meal.

Moreover, "Mr. Johnson, isn't this my business?"

none of his concern, nor was it

"You..."

throbbed with anger, reminded of the old saying about the unpredictability of dealing with certain people. He couldn't meddle in this? Then he'd meddle

"Ms. White."

several days

that day, Sylvia sent me away, and

"I'm asking you."

off coldly,

Obviously, it was him.

"Since our relationship is

Rebecca White was speechless.

"Sylvia said I couldn't come

you

shook his head, ignoring her response to continue, "You should have at least called in,

voice, arguing, "I can't go

"Resign?"

the words, feeling a

to reach out to her, but she kept pulling

gaze darkened,

"Why not?"

"I don't agree!"

looked down at her, "James is very particular, you know how hard it is to find a suitable tutor?

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of James,