Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1079

Stepping out of the dorm, I slid into the car.

Sawyer handed a bottle over from the front seat to Francis. "Mr. Francis."

"Yeah."

Francis nodded, taking it.

He gestured to Rebecca White, "Roll your skirt up a bit, let your knees show."

"Why?" Rebecca White asked, puzzled.

Francis lifted the bottle in his hand. Rebecca could see it was some kind of ointment.

"For the bruises. It'll help with the pain and heal faster."

"No need."

Rebecca pressed her skirt down, clearly on guard.

Francis raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice, "Do I look like the type who'd force you?"

Except for that one time, he thought, when he lost control. But since then, he'd always been a gentleman to her, respectful and considerate. "That's not what I meant."

Rebecca's cheeks flushed slightly. "Just give me the ointment. I'll use it when I get to the office."

Meeting his deep, dark eyes, she explained, "The car's too small, and the smell would be overwhelming."

That made some sense.

"Alright then."

handing

took it and tucked it into her

firm,

into the

the elevator, clocked in, and settled

sooner had she sat down than her

a message

[Don't forget the ointment.]

that had barely left

moment's

[Got it.]

as she put down her phone, it buzzed again-this time,

Rebecca answered, a trace of curiosity in her voice. "Eddy, is there something

all, and there seemed little reason to stay in touch otherwise.

came through, lighthearted yet probing. "Nothing really just wanted to ask if things are okay between you and

to interfere, but he seemed pretty upset the other day. Are you two back on good terms

Eddy's mind, Rebecca

already with Francis. Especially

Francis had been

Rebecca away

more than once...

the phone, biting her

her, though she

didn't want

had

replied softly, "Thanks for

for a moment

ut a self-conscious c

relieved to. I'll let

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