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.

unease; she'd never

spell it out

half his face cast in shadow, a sharpness to his

What is it? Regret? Planning to get back together

yet carried

thought. She shook her head in denial, "I never thought

"Is that so?"

rising and falling slightly. "Then what were you doing earlier? Buying him medicine? Worried about him? Sitting with him in the car?" So, he

he was

"Francis, are you following me? What gives you

ve

forget the past! And now,

"I..."

a lump in her throat. Why should she explain herself

anything

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

no right to

life choices!"

on the car door, "Is that all you wanted to say? Because

wrist, his eyes dark and intense, each word

see Eddy again!

"What?"

almost thought