Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1045

On their wedding night... the man...

Rebecca White's muscles tensed, her gaze fixed unblinkingly on him.

Francis met her stare, his eyes slender and half-closed, he spoke clearly and slowly.

"I am... that man."

"!!"

Rebecca White's mouth fell open, shock exploding in her eyes!

She abruptly closed her eyes!

Flashes of that night burst into her mind... the dark room, the scorching heat, two people entangled...

"Rebecca."

Francis took her hand, "I'm sorry... from now on, I'll take good care of you, and James. We'll live well together, as a family."

"?"

Rebecca White frowned and opened her eyes, a layer of mist clouding her gaze, struggling to believe.

"You're lying to me, right?"

"No..." Francis tightened his grip on her hand, his gaze growing even more determined.

"Rebecca, it's me."

A second, two seconds.

Rebecca White's lips parted slightly, her hands trembling uncontrollably in his grip, suddenly breaking free from Francis. "Don't touch me!"

"Rebecca?" Francis was startled.

White's gaze was a mix of crying and laughing, filled with

And now

and absurd

"Get out!"

sprung up, pushing the man forcefully,

stood his ground,

him in

"Rebecca!"

took the opportunity to pull her into his arms. "I know this is all so

"Ah..."

her voice

glared at Francis, unblinking, biting her lower lip

"Alright..."

compromised, his

go! I won't touch

he released

stared

drooped... and she collet

blankly, then suddenly, her

eyelids

towards him!

"Rebecca!"

just withdrawn, aught

ught her, his arms

her onto

...

Blue Haven.

Sherilyn watched Gilbert take

early today, spending the night with

like a child seeking

suppressed a laugh, nodding, "Yeah, good... now drink

"Okay."

the bowl, Sherilyn's phone