Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1161

Rebecca White spun around, ready to leave.

"Where are you going?"

She barely took a step before Francis caught her wrist.

"I'm just going to find the housekeeper..."

Rebecca felt a lot more awake now, and explained, "The guest room needs to be tidied up before someone can sleep in it."

Francis let out a low chuckle, a half-smirk flickering at the corners of his mouth,

"You want me to sleep in the guest room?"

Rebecca blinked, momentarily confused.

Wait, was that...not right?

Sure, it was his house, but she'd already claimed the master bedroom.

"Rebecca," Francis said her name softly, his eyes narrowing as he studied her. "Are you really that clueless, or are you just pretending?"

Rebecca stared, "What do you mean?"

Suddenly, her cheeks flushed as the implication hit her. Was he saying...?

Francis stepped closer, their faces nearly touching. His breath was warm against her skin as he spoke.

in the master bedroom," he said, clear

what

okay?" Francis asked, his hand sliding around her

steps,

prompted her, “We already

now, they were inside the master bedroom. Francis

lowered his forehead to

me stay," he

scooped her up so effortlessly she barely

a blank haze, staring up

her, his hand brushing softly against her cheek. "If you ever feel uncomfortable, just

sure what to make of that. Rebecca wasn't exactly a naïve girl, but

on his chest, cheeks burning. "Isn't this...all

"Fast? Rebecca, it's been five years. James is four now. I lost four of those years, and I've spent

little. "If

her, images flashed through Rebecca's mind: Francisz pulling her out of her

place to stay in a quiet

her find a job,

her, whenever she was ready, he'd marry her

her eyes, wrapped her arms around him, and hugged him

little, searching her eyes. "This time, you really want this,

nodding. "Yes. I want this... I want

by his next kiss-and after that,

morning, Rebecca woke up alone in