Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1051

The gates of Blue Haven creaked open as the car carrying Sherilyn Gomez and Rebecca White rolled out slowly.

They paused at the entrance.

Through the window, Sherilyn spotted Francis Johnson’s Porsche Cayenne parked nearby.

“Rebecca,” Sherilyn said, glancing at Rebecca White. She sensed Rebecca was still undecided and wasn’t ready to face Francis yet.

“I’m going to say hi to him.”

“Alright,” Rebecca nodded, giving her consent.

Sherilyn stepped out of the car. “Hey, Francis.”

“Sherilyn,” Francis acknowledged, leaning against his car door, his gaze fixed on the car. “Rebecca… is she okay?”

“I passed on everything you said last night,” Sherilyn replied gently. “Give her some time. No matter what happens, I hope you won’t pressure her. She’s been through a lot.”

Francis nodded, a furrow in his brow. “I understand.”

“Okay then…” Sherilyn pointed towards the car. “I’m heading back. Don’t worry, Francis. Rebecca’s a bit frail, but her spirits are high. She’s tough.”

“That’s good to hear,” Francis thought to himself. He knew she was strong. If she weren’t, she wouldn’t have survived these past years.

“Alright, see you.”

Sherilyn got back in the car, instructing the driver to drop Rebecca at her office before taking her to the film set.

Francis’s Porsche followed them at a steady pace, trailing them until they reached Rebecca’s office.

From his car, Francis watched Rebecca step out and enter the building, never once glancing back at him.

“Mr. Francis,” Sawyer, his assistant, spoke up cautiously, “It’s almost time for the morning meeting.”

“Right.” Francis snapped back to attention. “Let’s go.”

“Yes, sir.”

…

Rebecca White arrived at her office and sank into her chair.

Her phone buzzed. It was a message from Francis.

[Rebecca, I’m here whenever you’re ready to talk.]

Rebecca kept her eyes forward, ignoring him as she walked past both him and his car, heading straight for the curb.

She had ordered a ride on her phone earlier, and it arrived just in time. Rebecca opened the door and got in.

Francis stood there, umbrella in hand, frozen for a moment.

“Mr. Johnson,” his driver chimed in, pulling the car up next to him, “Should I follow her?”

“Yes,” Francis nodded, closing his umbrella as he got into the car. “But keep a distance.”

“Understood.”

Rebecca’s ride took her to the bustling downtown area.

Once there, she got out and entered a cozy café.

She pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

The moment the call connected, she heard a voice—one from the phone and another right in front of her.

“Rebecca!” Eddy waved from a table by the window, phone in hand, standing up to greet her.