Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 224

"No worries," Caroline said, springing to her feet and dabbing at him with a towel. "Want some more?"

Francis shook his head, turning down another drink.

"Just wait here, okay?"

Turning around, Caroline fetched a clean shirt from the closet and propped up the head of the bed. Then, she began unbuttoning Francis' shirt, explaining, "It's uncomfortable wearing wet clothes. Let's get you into something dry."

She didn’t call for a nurse, choosing instead to help him out of his wet shirt herself. She slipped one arm into the sleeve of the clean shirt. Next, her hands moved under Francis' armpits to button the shirt at his back, and with a determined bite of her lip, she counted, "One, two, three..."

With a heave, she helped him sit up, taking the opportunity to smooth the shirt down his back before slipping his other arm into its sleeve.

"There we go." Flushed from the effort, Caroline buttoned up the shirt, chatting away, "I know you don’t like the nurses seeing you like this. It's okay when it's just me, right? See, I can manage just fine on my own."

Francis' eyes drooped as he gazed at her.

Outside, Sherilyn had watched the whole scene unfold. Her intuition told her that Caroline's feelings for Francis were genuine—she truly, deeply cared for him. So, Sherilyn was puzzled. Why then had Caroline hurt her years ago? If Fran never woke up, he would be leaving Caroline with nothing but a memory. Would Caroline harm her, risking their child in the process? That didn’t make sense.

"They seem to be doing alright," Edgar said, raising his hand to knock on the door.

"Come in."

"Sherilyn, let's go in."