Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1203

Chapter 1203

Just as Sherilyn had expected, Rebecca White went straight to her grandfather, Galloway White.

"Grandpa, could I... stay here for a while?"

Galloway was old but sharp as ever. "Did you have a fight with Mr. Johnson?"

Rebecca stared down at her shoes. "Grandpa..."

He didn't press her. "If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to."

He patted her gently on the head. "Stay as long as you like. It'll be nice to have some company for this old man."

He stood up, stretching a little. "I'll go ask Wilma to change the linens in your room."

"Thank you, Grandpa."

He waved her off with a fond smile. "Silly girl, you don't need to thank me. I've always told you this house is your home."

Once her room was ready, Rebecca retreated there, grateful for the peace.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket-Francis again. He'd already called so many times that she'd lost count. She didn't want to answer. When the ringtone finally died, a message popped up.

I'm outside your

What?

froze in shock. He managed to find

old house wasn't large, just a classic detached cottage, with a clear

let the curtain fall back into

phone off. There was no way Francis would dare barge in and disturb her grandfather. If he did, she'd only resent him

his head up to look toward the second-floor window. Through the sheer curtains, he could see a light on in the room. He'd been to the Whites' house before.

she really was

He tried once more, but this time the call went

Winning her over this time wouldn't be so

behind the gauzy curtains, a shadow moved. Then the heavy

head with a resigned smile. At least he knew she

...

The next morning.

dawn. The half-dose of sleeping pills

a

room,

right, I understand... I'll be

speaking

was he talking to? Where was he

ask.

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