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,"

That's what she thought

his hand sliding around her waist, gently guiding her back toward

took slow, stumbling steps,

her, “We already slept together tonight,

were inside the master bedroom. Francis nudged the door shut with

his forehead

me stay," he whispered.

up so effortlessly she barely had time to gasp, laying her gently down

blank haze, staring up at Francis' handsome,

over her, his hand brushing softly against her cheek. "If you ever feel uncomfortable, just tell me to stop, okay? I'll stop

exactly a naïve girl, but she

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

exasperated laugh. "Fast? Rebecca, it's been five years. James is four now. I lost four of those years, and I've spent this whole last year trying to win

head, smiling a little. "If

he kissed her, images flashed through Rebecca's mind: Francisz pulling

her a safe place to stay in a quiet

her find a job,

she was ready,

She closed her eyes, wrapped

her eyes.

"Yes. I

after that,

woke up alone in the