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."

agreed, handing her the

tucked it into her

reached the design firm, Rebecca stepped out

into the building, noticing her

elevator, clocked

sat down

a

[Don't forget the ointment.]

had barely left her cheeks flared

a moment's

[Got it.]

her phone, it buzzed

curiosity in her voice.

now, after all, and there seemed little reason to stay

came through, lighthearted yet probing. "Nothing really just wanted

added, "I'm not trying to interfere, but he seemed pretty upset the other day. Are you two back

mind, Rebecca

already with Francis. Especially

had

away

more than once...

held the phone, biting her lip,

towards her, though she wasn't

she didn't want to

they had was

she replied softly, "Thanks for worrying, but we've patched things

quiet for a

ut a self-conscious c

I'll let

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