Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Seeing Rebecca White trembling with emotion, Francis Johnson frowned and reached out, grasping her wrist.

His voice was low and steady. "Rebecca, this was a coincidence. An accident. Caroline Bennett didn't mean to go the wrong way, and I never thought you'd get hurt."

Rebecca let out a cold, bitter laugh.

"So you're both innocent? And what does that make me—just someone who deserved it?"

"That's not what I meant-"

Rebecca's eyes brimmed with tears. "What did I do to deserve this? Why do I have to pay for it?"

"Rebecca, it's over now."

Francis tightened his hold on her wrist, his tone softer, almost pleading. "I'll take care of you. For the rest of my life—always."

"No..."

Rebecca shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut in pain. For a moment, she simply couldn't accept this reality.

"No what?"

Francis's expression darkened, his gaze growing colder. "I don't get it. How does any of this change things between us? Whatever happened, we're together now. We have James. We can have a good life—"

"You don't understand. You just don't understand..." Rebecca's voice broke as she shook her head, her lashes wet with tears.

"Then what don't I understand?"

short, humorless laugh. "Are you saying everything I've done for you is fake? I never

"Francis!"

her lips trembling. "An

suddenly, the

eyes and let

the sudden change is it because of Eddy Jones? He's the one who told you all this, isn't

paused, his

He still wants you, Rebecca. He's

heavy. "And you fell for

grip on her wrist

James's mother, my girlfriend, and soon you'll be my wife. There can't be anyone

a swift motion, he

he scooped her up and strode straight for

Rebecca struggled in his arms. "What

answer. He kicked open the master bedroom door,

"Francis!"

pressed her hands against his chest,

long enough; she knew

this! I don't

stared at her, startled. "Why not? Nothing's changed-haven't we been

Ine

intimacy had become normal between them. Francis was in his

"Is this about Eddy?"