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.

was a mix of crying and laughing, filled with

now you apologize? Talking about living

and

"Get out!"

White sprung up, pushing the man forcefully, her eyes reddened, "Get

Francis stood his ground,

couldn't shake him in the

"Rebecca!"

his arms. "I know this is

"Ah..."

White grew more agitated, struggling in his embrace, her voice breaking, "Let go

biting her lower lip so hard it

"Alright..."

compromised, his Adam's

I won't touch you, just

released his

stared

drooped... and she collet

blankly, then suddenly, her

eyelids

towards him!

"Rebecca!"

hands, just withdrawn,

ught her, his arms

her onto the

...

Blue Haven.

the diner, Sherilyn watched Gilbert take his

come home early today, spending the night with

medicine bowl, he smiled like a child seeking praise,

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

"Okay."

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