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.

and sister both stared at him. "What are

Francis rubbed his brow, exhausted. "Rebecca-did she

confused. "Why would you

Francis gave a weary laugh. "We had

etched on his face. "Do you have any

for a moment. "Maybe... could she have

Francis nodded, relief flooding his features. He shot Sherilyn

Thanks, Sherilyn.

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

turned back to Gilbert. "Well? Don't just sit there. Drink

for a response. Instead, she left the dining room and

mug in his hands, managing a

had been Sherilyn's pattern

angry with him, but she

out her phone and sent a message to

are you? Did you and Francis have a fight? He just showed up at Blue

waited a

bedroom door creaked open, and Gilbert

rolled over to face the wall, pulled the blanket up to her chin, and

was used to this

silently onto the empty side of the bed,

slender shoulders tense, and for the umpteenth time, he

to me. Can we have a

She didn't respond.

stayed perfectly still, as if she hadn't heard

the first time.

reached over and switched off the bedside lamp, plunging

Sherilyn's

Sliver remained open, fixed thin sliver of light sneaking