Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1025

When Jack strolled in with his bodyguard, the sight of two people wrapped in an embrace greeted them. The duo quickly turned away, sharing a knowing glance before heading for the door. "Wait!"

Emily called out just in time, pushing away from Daniel and wiping the corners of her eyes.

"Emily..." Jack offered a sheepish smile as he turned back around.

Emily frowned slightly. "Is that the caregiver you've hired?"

"Not exactly..." Jack admitted, seeming a bit uncomfortable as he glanced at Daniel.

"It's getting late, and whoever's going to stay with Mr. Daniel long-term needs a thorough background check. We can't have any of his siblings taking advantage of the situation." "So..." Emily gestured towards the bodyguard behind Jack. "What's his role then?"

"Oh..." Jack explained truthfully, "I thought, well, for tonight, maybe he could stay with Mr. Daniel. Just to make do for one night?"

"No need."

Before Emily could respond, Daniel looked disdainfully at the bodyguard and shook his head firmly. "I can sleep by myself..." "Yes, you do!"

Emily tilted her head and gave him a stern look. "How can you not? Tonight, you're his responsibility."

"Yes, Ms. Smith."

The bodyguard bowed respectfully. In the South Building, Ms. Smith's word was law, even more so than Mr. Thompson's.

...

Following that, the bodyguard accompanied Daniel to his room.

find a figure looming in his room, which somehow made his headache return with a vengeance. Rubbing

"Mr. Thompson."

bodyguard was quick on his feet, remembering his

he assumed the worst. "Are you

back, irritable. Could he be anything

seriously. "What should we do? Should I call a doctor?" Then, thinking better of it, he added,

he made to

of laughter and frustration in

The bodyguard halted immediately.

pointing at the

bodyguard shook his head,

"Ms.

made it clear, I ve

"If you want me gone, you'll have to

wouldn't dare cross Ms. Smith, let alone

like flipping backwards in frustration. He threw the towel at the bodyguard... but ultimately said nothing, just

"Mr. Thompson?"

swmebed

not reassured, pestering endlessly, "I thought you had a headache? What

Oh, the agony!

of madness. With a swift pull of his blanket,

would one do in bed at

bodyguard finally relaxed, "Sleep is good. Yes, it's time to sleep... Mr. Thompson, your

exploded with

hadn't realized he had such