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 her the

tucked it into her backpack.

they reached the design firm, Rebecca

as she headed into the building, noticing her slightly awkward

took the elevator, clocked in, and

had she sat down than

a message from

[Don't forget the ointment.]

warmth that had barely left her cheeks flared

a moment's

[Got it.]

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

curiosity in her voice. "Eddy,

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

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

he added, "I'm not trying to interfere, but he seemed pretty

Eddy's mind,

already with Francis. Especially

Francis had

Rebecca away from

more than once...

biting her lip,

her, though she wasn't sure if

she didn't

they had was

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

quiet for a moment

ut a self-conscious c

relieved to. I'll let you go.

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