Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1073

Rebecca White frowned instantly. Was Francis really waiting at the company just to confront her?

"Ms. White."

Sawyer walked up to her, slightly bowing his head. "Mr. Francis would like you to join him in the car. He has some things to discuss."

Rebecca was puzzled. What more was there to say between them?

But with Sawyer standing in her way, refusing wasn't an option.

She nodded, "Alright."

Crossing the street, she climbed into the car.

Inside, even the driver had stepped out to give them privacy.

Rebecca sat with her back straight, not even glancing at Francis. "What do you want to say? Go ahead."

Francis let out a barely audible chuckle, "You turned me down before, claiming my feelings were just 'admiration by association.' Was that just an excuse?" What?

Rebecca looked at him, bewildered. "I don't understand. What are you getting at?"

"Don't understand?"

Francis's usually composed face was clouded with something dark.

twinge of unease; she'd never seen this side

it out

half his face cast in shadow, a sharpness to his brow,

didn't you? What is it? Regret? Planning to get back

was calm, yet

of thought. She shook her head

"Is that so?"

slightly. "Then what were you doing earlier? Buying him medicine? Worried about him? Sitting with him

left; he was following

him. "Francis, are

ve

White!" Francis's tone was edged with irritation, "You really are quick to forget the past! And now, you still want to get back with that

"I..."

her throat. Why should she explain herself

wasn't anything to

lifted her chin defiantly, "That's my business! Mr. Johnson, we have

have no right to criticize

life choices!"

car door, "Is that all you wanted to

wrist, his eyes dark and intense,

again! I forbid

"What?"

thought she