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

it and tucked it into her backpack.

design firm, Rebecca

as she headed into

the elevator, clocked in,

she sat down

a

[Don't forget the ointment.]

warmth that had barely left her cheeks flared

a moment's hesitation, she

[Got it.]

put down her phone, it buzzed again-this time, a call from

in her voice. "Eddy, is there something

all, and there seemed little reason

"Nothing really just wanted to ask

to interfere, but he seemed pretty upset

mind,

already with Francis. Especially

Francis had

Rebecca away from

more than once...

the phone, biting her lip, silent

had changed towards her, though she wasn't sure

didn't want to

they had was

lead, she replied softly, "Thanks for worrying, but

for a moment

ut a self-conscious c

relieved to. I'll let you

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