Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1160

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To be honest, Francis was no spring chicken, but this was the very first time-in

his clear-headed, sober life-that he'd ever shared a bed with a woman, let alone held one this close.

Was this... ungentlemanly?

Francis swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. Rebecca White shifted in her sleep, rolling over to face him. She snuggled closer, settling right into his arms.

Her quiet sobs slowly faded.

A smile tugged at the corner of Francis's lips. She needed him... That didn't make him a cad, did it?

Somewhere in the middle of the night, Rebecca White woke up.

She woke up because she was starving.

Francis, worried about her, had left the bedside lamp on before they went to sleep.

Rebecca blinked her eyes open, startled to find herself nestled right in Francis's embrace. Her cheeks flushed bright red.

Wait-hadn't he been sitting up before she fell asleep?

Her stomach growled so loudly she couldn't ignore it. Embarrassed, Rebecca gently grabbed Francis's arm and began to ease her way out of his hold.

"Awake?" Francis's deep voice rumbled suddenly.

Rebecca jumped, then forced a sheepish smile,

peering at her face, "You're looking better. Eyes aren't so puffy.

still blushing, shook her head and admitted honestly,

"Oh."

chuckling low in his throat,

flustered, grabbed his hand, "No, no, really, it's fine! I can just find a snack or something-no need

his head, reassuring her, "That's what the staff is for -to look

Francis had already told the housekeeper to stay on alert, just in case Rebecca woke up hungry

half-open door, Rebecca could hear Francis quietly talking to someone in

up and snuck into the bathroom, splashed some cold water on

she came

already making something. Shouldn't take long.

"

"Okay."

It was past midnight.

the kitchen, Rebecca sat

down, eating

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and toast with am. Francis sat beside her, keeping

said softly, "James eats just like you. Same little

do take after their moms."

onto her plate. "Just love him, Rebecca. Make up for all

't before."

nodded, trying to swallow the lump