Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1247

"Hello?" Rebecca answered.

"Rebecca."

Francis paced restlessly on the front walk, pressing his fingers to his brow. "I'm at your grandfather's house."

"I know..."

Rebecca moved to the window, pulling the curtain aside. She could see him standing by his car at the front gate.

"When you arrived, Grandpa asked me to go upstairs."

She might be on the second floor, but she'd heard every word exchanged downstairs between her grandfather and Francis.

"Grandpa said from now on, he'll be picking me up and dropping me off at work."

What?

Francis froze, hand still against his forehead. Was the old man really trying to keep him and Rebecca apart?

If it were anyone else, Francis would have fought back. But this was Rebecca White's grandfather.

There was nothing he could do.

"So, what did you say?" Francis asked, frustration clear in his voice. "What are you going to do?"

Rebecca hesitated, then answered softly, "I'll listen

the best?"

tone, but forced herself

work, plus taking care of her... You're burning the candle at both ends. I'm fine here with Grandpa. You don't need to worry about

what are you thinking?" Francis's voice was tight, the pressure in his

"I'm not thinking anything."

thinking? And what are you so worried about? Whatever you want me to do, I can't really refuse, can I? But because of Grandpa... let's just not see each other

"Rebecca, are you asleep?"

and Galloway's voice came through the phone. "Not

into her phone, "I have to go, Grandpa's here... I'll call you

"Rebecca?"

but the line was already

"Damn it."

the phone, clenching it in

each other

was "a

experience with relationships was laughably limited, but even he knew distance was dangerous. The longer couples

colder things got.

had always been

he couldn't stand even a single day without

both ends-working late, taking care of everything, but no matter how busy he got, he'd always made time to stop by Rosewood Mansion, if only to catch

glimpse was

what