Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 713



The touch was soft and delicate, like touching velvet.

It was irresistibly inviting, like a ripe peach begging to be plucked.

This unfamiliar sensory overload sent shivers down Francis's spine, causing a momentary blank in his thoughts. Yet, his body reacted before his mind could catch up.

He found himself holding Rebecca White, gently placing her on the couch, his fingers lightly grazing her chin as he captured those tempting lips... His eyes widened in surprise.

Her lips were not just soft; they were refreshingly sweet!

Suddenly, memories of a night many years ago flooded back to him... He had kissed her before...

"Mmm..."

The person in his arms suddenly frowned, murmuring uncomfortably.

Caught off guard, Francis quickly let her go, touching her face with concern, "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Rebecca frowned, her lips pursing, "Eddy..."

Francis froze, his eyes void of any emotion. Was she calling for Eddy? Even drunk, she still remembered that husband of hers?

A wave of irritation surged through him. Did she think it was Eddy who had kissed her?

Loosening his grip, he stood up abruptly.

Just as he was about to leave, Rebecca on the couch mumbled again, "Go... go away!"

While saying so, she wrapped her arms around herself tightly.

Tears started to flow as she sobbed, "Go away..."

Francis listened closely, a slight vibration in his heart, his lips curling up swiftly.

Oh, he had been too hasty.

How could Rebecca still pine for a husband like that? Obviously, she'd do anything to avoid him.

He bent down, lifting her into his embrace.

Whispering into her ear, "He's not here... don't be afraid, he won't be able to come near you ever again." Rebecca was already asleep, unable to hear his words or react, tears still streaming down her face. "Sigh..."

Francis let out a soft sigh, kissing her again.

Their lips met in a tender dance.

Gradually, the person in his arms calmed down, drifting into a sweet slumber.

The next day, Gilbert arrived early at Sunset Ridge Community.

He had dropped Sherilyn off late last night after her shoot and hadn't had a chance to talk to her properly.

It was Sophia who opened the door for him.

Gilbert handed her a bag from 'The

asso Cork, "Got Sherilyn's favorite

muffins and Jenna's

beloved crab benedict."

"Mr. Johnson, always so thoughtful," Sophia said with a smile, accepting the bag.

"Is Sherilyn up?" Gilbert looked inside.

"Just got up, she's in the bathroom, there she is..."

Before she could finish, Sherilyn came out, giving him a brief look, "So early?"

"Yeah." Gilbert smiled, nodding, "Jenna has a hospital appointment today, thought I'd keep her company."NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Hearing this, Sherilyn's expression shifted slightly, remembering his visit.

"Jenna's still asleep, perfect time for us to chat."

Gilbert took her hand, leading her to sit with him on the couch. He knew her routine; breakfast was always with Jenna.

He then handed her a thermos, knowing her morning habit of drinking water.

During their time living together at Golden Oak Manor, he had gotten to know her well.

"Thanks." Sherilyn took the thermos, sipping slowly.

Gilbert watched her, his gaze filled with affection.

"We're getting married soon, need plan the wedding. We should t

sa

to

go. When do you t

time? I'm all ears." C

Listening to her?

Sherilyn raised an eyebrow, a cold smirk hidden beneath her calm exterior.

This man, always playing the good, guy after taking advantage. If he

bendistened to her, there

wedding at all.