Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1247

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?"

softly, "I'll listen to

best?"

tone, but forced herself to

of her... You're burning the candle at

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

"I'm not thinking anything."

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

"Rebecca, are you asleep?"

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

"I have to go,

"Rebecca?"

phone, but the line was already dead.

"Damn it."

clenching it

each other

long was

with relationships was laughably limited, but even he knew distance was

colder things got.

him had always been fragile-hardly

stand even

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

glimpse

what should

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