Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1079

Stepping out of the dorm, I slid into the car.

Sawyer handed a bottle over from the front seat to Francis. "Mr. Francis."

"Yeah."

Francis nodded, taking it.

He gestured to Rebecca White, "Roll your skirt up a bit, let your knees show."

"Why?" Rebecca White asked, puzzled.

Francis lifted the bottle in his hand. Rebecca could see it was some kind of ointment.

"For the bruises. It'll help with the pain and heal faster."

"No need."

Rebecca pressed her skirt down, clearly on guard.

Francis raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice, "Do I look like the type who'd force you?"

Except for that one time, he thought, when he lost control. But since then, he’d always been a gentleman to her, respectful and considerate.

"That's not what I meant."

Rebecca's cheeks flushed slightly. "Just give me the ointment. I'll use it when I get to the office."

Meeting his deep, dark eyes, she explained, "The car's too small, and the smell would be overwhelming."

That made some sense.

"Alright then."

Francis agreed, handing her the ointment.

Rebecca took it and tucked it into her backpack. "Thank you."

When they reached the design firm, Rebecca stepped out of the car.

Francis watched her as she headed into the building, noticing her slightly awkward gait.

Inside, Rebecca took the elevator, clocked in, and settled at her desk.

No sooner had she sat down than her phone buzzed.

It was a message from Francis.

[Don’t forget the ointment.]

The warmth that had barely left her cheeks flared up again.

After a moment's hesitation, she replied.

[Got it.]