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.

forced a sheepish smile, "Yeah, um...

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

her head and admitted honestly, "Not really. I'm

"Oh."

over and ruffled her hair, chuckling low in his throat, "Got it. Hang tight-I'll have someone

fine! I can just find a snack or

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

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

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

bathroom, splashed some cold water on her face, and ran a brush through her

came out,

already

"

"Okay."

It was past midnight.

the kitchen, Rebecca sat

counter, head down, eating an

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of scrambled eggs and toast with am. Francis

softly, "James eats just like you. Same little

sons really do take after their moms."

some bacon onto her plate. "Just love him, Rebecca.

't before."

lump in her