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.

sleep in the master bedroom," he said, clear as

That's what she

that okay?" Francis asked, his hand sliding around her waist, gently guiding her back toward

slow, stumbling steps, her heart

“We already slept together tonight, didn't

bedroom. Francis nudged the door shut

lowered his forehead

me stay,"

answer, he scooped her up so effortlessly she barely had time to gasp, laying her gently down on

lay there, her mind a blank haze, staring

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

what to make of that. Rebecca wasn't exactly a naïve girl, but she didn't have much experience with this sort of thing,

placed a hand on his chest,

of those years, and I've spent this whole last year trying to win

little. "If anything, it's been

images flashed through Rebecca's

safe place to stay in a quiet

job, taking

whenever she was ready, he'd marry her in

her eyes, wrapped her arms around him, and hugged

searching her

nodding. "Yes. I want this...

kiss-and after

woke up alone in