Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1202

"I'm telling you, I'm done with this!"

Rebecca steeled herself, swung her legs off the bed, and stormed out of the

room.

"Rebecca White!"

Francis tried to go after her, but that kick she'd landed on him earlier... she hadn't exactly aimed for a safe spot.

The pain was blinding.

He had to catch his breath.

Once he'd recovered, he dashed out the door in pursuit.

Rebecca didn't have a car. She couldn't have gone far.

Francis jumped into his own, but by the time he made it outside, there was no trace of Rebecca anywhere.

She didn't own property in Sunhaven, and it was late. Where could she possibly go?

Only one place came to mind: Sherilyn Gomez's.

He spun the wheel and headed straight for Blue Haven.

On the way, he tried calling Rebecca, but she refused to answer. Frustrated, he tossed the phone aside and pressed harder on the gas.

When he arrived at Blue Haven, Sherilyn was in the living room, watching Gilbert Johnson take his medication.

"Francis?" she looked up, surprised.

both stared at

exhausted. "Rebecca-did she come here to see

confused. "Why would you think that? Did you

here. Francis gave a weary laugh. "We had a bit of a misunderstanding, that's

hesitated, worry etched on his face. "Do you have any idea

a moment. "Maybe... could she have gone to

nodded, relief flooding his features. He shot Sherilyn a

one. Thanks, Sherilyn. Sorry to barge in-I'll get

was gone as quickly as he'd come, leaving only a rush of air

"Well? Don't just

Instead, she

mug in

been Sherilyn's pattern

wasn't exactly angry with him, but she kept

out her phone and sent a

Francis have a fight? He just showed up at Blue Haven looking

she waited

door creaked open,

heard him come in, set her phone aside rolled over to face

was used to

empty side of the

back to him, slender shoulders tense, and for

please. Just talk to me. Can we have a

She didn't respond.

as if she hadn't heard a

the first

reached over and switched off the bedside lamp, plunging the

Sherilyn's

remained open, fixed thin sliver of light