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.

outside your grandfather's

What?

He managed

classic detached cottage, with a clear view of the front gate from her window. Francis' big black SUV was parked boldly at

skipped a beat. She quickly let the curtain fall back into place. Her phone rang again. What

would dare barge in and disturb her grandfather.

look toward the second-floor window. Through the sheer curtains, he could see a light on in

really

went silent and she stopped answering, he wasn't surprised. He

there, rubbing his forehead in frustration. Winning her over this

shadow moved. Then the heavy drapes were drawn,

with a resigned smile. At

...

The next morning.

before dawn. The half-dose of sleeping pills she'd

a full night's

dressing room, she

understand... I'll be

Gilbert, speaking

her lips. Who was he talking to? Where was he off to in such a hurry? She

ask.

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