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?"

"I'll listen to

the best?"

winced at his tone, but

already swamped with 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

thinking?" Francis's voice was tight, the

"I'm not thinking anything."

possibly be thinking? And what are you so worried about? Whatever you want me to do, I can't really refuse, can I? But because

"Rebecca, are you asleep?"

and Galloway's voice came through

called out, then hurriedly whispered into her phone, "I

"Rebecca?"

the line was

"Damn it."

withdrew the phone, clenching it in his palm, his frustration

each other for

long was "a while,"

relationships was laughably limited, but even he knew distance

colder things got.

for him had always been fragile-hardly strong

he couldn't stand even

no matter how busy

glimpse was

now... what should

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